“Whoa, that looks just like me,” Abe says.
I grin. “It is you.”
He jumps down from his chair, coming to stand closer to look at the painting. “You painted me?” His face is starting to fill out more in the two months he’s been at Andrea’s house, the food agreeing with him. “Can I keep it?”
I crouch down next to him and grab his hands. “I’ll paint you a better one,” I say.
He looks between the picture and my face. “Will Corbin be in mine too?” he asks.
I nod. “Of course,” I say, and he smiles, happily trotting back to his seat.
“And the final one.” I pull the last cover off, letting them look.
“Finally,” Bodhi says, pumping his fist in the air. “I was wondering when you were going to get to me.”
“Looks about right,” Brock says. He nods as one side of his mouth quirks up. “You captured that I’m the hotter twin.”
Bodhi narrows his eyes as he reaches over, flicking the front of Brock’s shirt where his nipple is.
“Ow, fu—fudge,” he says, bending over a little as Abe laughs at their silliness.
For my last painting, I took the guys in their relaxed state and painted them together. Bodhi is smoking, sitting in his window with a leg up, smoke rolling from the cigarette perched between his fingers. Corbin is slouched against the wall, one leg up and arms crossed, his green eyes piercing the canvas and looking straight at the viewer. And Brock is sitting in the desk chair, his legs splayed and head thrown back, a rare smile on his face. I wrote one simple word below them—KINGS—so light that you wouldn’t know it was there if you didn’t know where to look.
Strangely, we’ve become family. The twins treat me like their actual sister, and I’m recognized as one of them. They even gave me dirt on each of them to use if I ever needed to. To make up for the shit they’d pulled on me. I still have a long way to go with my mom, but for now, I’m happy with the little family I have.
I catch Corbin’s eyes, and his mouth tilts up in a grin. God, he’s gorgeous, and I get a little wet, thinking about what he does to me daily. He pats his leg, and I jump on his lap, giggling at his grunt. He wraps a strong hand around my waist, snaking it under my shirt to press against my warm skin, and he tilts my chin down, laying a quick kiss on my nose.
“I love you,” he whispers, and Abe yells nonsensical words at us.
We grin, and I kiss his forehead.
“I love you.”
THE END