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I grinned

We just had it a few days ago Don’t you get sick of it?

Look who you’re talking to I have a one-track et what you want that’s for sure, I said

Send me a pic of you

I took a selfie ofout

You look like dad

I laughed

See you soon

Mom and Malcolave her the tour She asked where Dax was, and I told her he was rarely around She didn’t know Dax was the guy from freshman year, and I didn’t tell her There was no reason to

But I did tell her about Hartford She let out a long sigh, but accepted it along with the prohed

She left to head to work, and Malcolame of Scrabble while the sauce and noodles cooked

Dax ca athletic shorts and a white wife-beater Obviously he’d been working out He ran his eyes over e intensity in his eyes

"Hey, bro," he said to Malcolreeted each other

"Is thathis head as he peered at Dax’s chest

Oh I hadn’t noticed you could see part of his tattoo, too caught up in the fact that he was here

Had he worn that to the gy people?

My heart fluttered

I busied ot in Dax’s personal space to get a better look, taking in the top of the flag and the bottom of my name that disappeared under his shirt Dax didn’t seem to mind

"Will you take off your shirt?" Malcoled, and pulled his shirt off

Likeonly a vibrant flag, and my name written in black

My eyes popped at the hard muscles of his pecs, the tanned skin of his six-pack, the deep V that tapered down to his hips He looked even bulkier than in London