#Chapter97

You have sisters; I have brothers

Tori

Elias pulled into the parking lot of Coney Island, and we got out, making our way inside. We found a booth and sat down. I grabbed a menu and flipped through it.

“You’re not like most girls I have met.”

“You’ve known me since I was four. You now realize this.” I smirked.

“Smartass.”

“Some people have sisters to torment them. I had brothers.”

Elias gave me a strange look.

“I meant Gabe, Nate, and Deacon. I don’t consider you as a brother because it’s weird to have a crush on your brother.”

“This whole conversation is weird.”

The server came and...