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“Ugh,” Cally groans into the pillow he has over his head to drown out the alarm from moments ago. Finn walks over to us and stands at the back of the couch, looking down at us with a bit of glee in his eyes.
“You guys look like shit!” He says a little louder than necessary. We all simultaneously point in Kavy’s direction.
“Whadya do Kavanagh? Bring home a cheerleading squad again?” He laughs, jumping over the couch and lands almost on my hip but not quite. I wrap my arm around his waist and he lies down beside me. I roll on my side and curl up on his chest.
“What’s goin’ on, Finn?” I mumble into is rock hard chest. Finn is a few inches shorter than Cally, but he’s way more ripped. He works out for hours every day, staying in shape for his P.I. jobs, he says. He has the same blond hair and bright blue eyes as his brother but no dimples. He’s still a fine specimen without them.
“Just got done at the gym. Wanted to see what the weekend was lookin’ like.” He glances around and sighs, “It’s lookin’ pretty sorry from where I’m layin’.” I smack his chest and feign personal offence. “Not you Kid. You look good enough to eat. It’s these tools that look like sorry sacks of shit.” He nudges Kavy with his foot. No response.
“You want me to make you some lunch, Finn?” I glance at my watch realizing it’s past noon.
Finn presses his lips to my head and murmurs, “Yeah, if you’re up for it.”
“I want lunch too, Kid,” Sully grumbles behind my head. I reach my arm back to pat his face/head, whatever I can reach really. I think I get some nose and lip.
“Me too,” Cally and Kavy sound off in unison. I push off Finn and sit up, stretching my arms over my head to get some blood moving.
“You smell like pancakes, Kid,” Finn sits up and sniffs my hair.
“It’s eau de IHOP.” I beam, “You like it Finn?” suggestively shimmying my shoulders. He snickers and stands up, pulling me off the couch.
“I told you, you were good enough to eat,” he smirks as he smacks my ass. I squeal and run to the kitchen out of his reach. Finn and I have always flirted. It’s never gone anywhere and never will, but it drove his ex insane. They moved in together three years ago after dating for a year. She hated him living here with me, and I plain hated her, so we were clear on that. She gave him an ultimatum to either buy a place for them to live or she was done. He loved that bitch, I don’t know why (cotton candy flavored cooch was my guess), so he bought a place in Prairie Village near us.
Six months later he came home to find the neighbor’s son, home for the summer from college, buried balls deep in her on the dining room table. I was so sad to see Finn that devastated, but happy the bitch was gone. I helped “move” her shit out. That consisted of me shoving all of it in giant black garbage bags and letting all the guys piss in them. Then we left them on the front porch to bake in the Kansas July heat for a week before he told her to come collect her shit. I had tears running down my face from laughing when she drove away, knowing the hideousness that awaited her! Finn didn’t move back in with us, said he was too old for roommates. I think he felt like a failure and didn’t want to give up a house too. He might as well live here because he’s here all the damn time and crashes in his old room most weekends and some weeknights too.
“Paninis, salad, and soup boys?” I shout into the great room. College basketball is on and they’re all sucked in (it’s our favorite sport by far). I get four thumbs up, but no verbal responses. I can watch the game from the kitchen so I don’t feel left out. Some left over grilled chicken breast, roasted tomatoes, my garlic aioli, and some fresh mozzarella on focaccia sizzle in the panini press; while I throw together a spinach and strawberry salad with my lemon vinaigrette, yum. Then I defrost some butternut
“Ugh,” Cally groans into the pillow he has over his head to drown out the alarm from moments ago. Finn walks over to us and stands at the back of the couch, looking down at us with a bit of glee in his eyes.
“You guys look like shit!” He says a little louder than necessary. We all simultaneously point in Kavy’s direction.
“Whadya do Kavanagh? Bring home a cheerleading squad again?” He laughs, jumping over the couch and lands almost on my hip but not quite. I wrap my arm around his waist and he lies down beside me. I roll on my side and curl up on his chest.
“What’s goin’ on, Finn?” I mumble into is rock hard chest. Finn is a few inches shorter than Cally, but he’s way more ripped. He works out for hours every day, staying in shape for his P.I. jobs, he says. He has the same blond hair and bright blue eyes as his brother but no dimples. He’s still a fine specimen without them.
“Just got done at the gym. Wanted to see what the weekend was lookin’ like.” He glances around and sighs, “It’s lookin’ pretty sorry from where I’m layin’.” I smack his chest and feign personal offence. “Not you Kid. You look good enough to eat. It’s these tools that look like sorry sacks of shit.” He nudges Kavy with his foot. No response.
“You want me to make you some lunch, Finn?” I glance at my watch realizing it’s past noon.
Finn presses his lips to my head and murmurs, “Yeah, if you’re up for it.”
“I want lunch too, Kid,” Sully grumbles behind my head. I reach my arm back to pat his face/head, whatever I can reach really. I think I get some nose and lip.
“Me too,” Cally and Kavy sound off in unison. I push off Finn and sit up, stretching my arms over my head to get some blood moving.
“You smell like pancakes, Kid,” Finn sits up and sniffs my hair.
“It’s eau de IHOP.” I beam, “You like it Finn?” suggestively shimmying my shoulders. He snickers and stands up, pulling me off the couch.
“I told you, you were good enough to eat,” he smirks as he smacks my ass. I squeal and run to the kitchen out of his reach. Finn and I have always flirted. It’s never gone anywhere and never will, but it drove his ex insane. They moved in together three years ago after dating for a year. She hated him living here with me, and I plain hated her, so we were clear on that. She gave him an ultimatum to either buy a place for them to live or she was done. He loved that bitch, I don’t know why (cotton candy flavored cooch was my guess), so he bought a place in Prairie Village near us.
Six months later he came home to find the neighbor’s son, home for the summer from college, buried balls deep in her on the dining room table. I was so sad to see Finn that devastated, but happy the bitch was gone. I helped “move” her shit out. That consisted of me shoving all of it in giant black garbage bags and letting all the guys piss in them. Then we left them on the front porch to bake in the Kansas July heat for a week before he told her to come collect her shit. I had tears running down my face from laughing when she drove away, knowing the hideousness that awaited her! Finn didn’t move back in with us, said he was too old for roommates. I think he felt like a failure and didn’t want to give up a house too. He might as well live here because he’s here all the damn time and crashes in his old room most weekends and some weeknights too.
“Paninis, salad, and soup boys?” I shout into the great room. College basketball is on and they’re all sucked in (it’s our favorite sport by far). I get four thumbs up, but no verbal responses. I can watch the game from the kitchen so I don’t feel left out. Some left over grilled chicken breast, roasted tomatoes, my garlic aioli, and some fresh mozzarella on focaccia sizzle in the panini press; while I throw together a spinach and strawberry salad with my lemon vinaigrette, yum. Then I defrost some butternut
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