Page 6 of One Quick Obsession

Ford

Sadly, we were up, we do have a nine-month-old at home. Why are we starting group chat so early?

Isabella

Kiss Micah’s little cheeks for me.

Sophia

At least the girls are still sleeping. But yes, kiss Micah’s cheeks.

Aston

I don’t know why everybody has their phone not on silent while sleeping. All I was doing was reminding you of the dinner. We’re almost done with these. Thank God.

Flynn

I feel like you should throw salt over your shoulder as you text that.

Aston

Who says I didn’t?

Dorian

Marrying Blakely really has made you a lot calmer. I like it.

Aston

I would flip you off, but there might be children watching.

Weston

Again. Can I please leave this group chat?

Isabella

No.

Flynn

No.

Dorian

You can. I’ll just add you right back in.

My lips twitched as they continued to text about what they were doing for the rest of the day, and I set my phone down, knowing that I didn’t really have to respond. I would be there at dinner, and that was going to be enough.

When my phone buzzed in a way that told me it wasn’t a text message, I groaned before answering the video call. My face filled the screen, although there was a brightness in Flynn’s eyes that hadn’t always been there, a little shinier than mine. At least if you asked our parents.

“Are you naked right now?” Flynn asked as he put his hands over his eyes.

“Maybe. Hold on, let me put on some clothes.”

“Why the hell did you answer the phone if you’re naked?”

“Because we look the exact same? I don’t give a fuck. Why are you calling?” I slid on my boxer briefs, and jeans, and slid on a T-shirt. Flynn had moved his hand from his face, and I watched his eyes narrow at the scars on my body. I hadn’t covered them all with ink yet, so he could still see them. So we weren’t quite identical anymore. I ignored the twinge.