I watched with a smile as Brooks and Cal fought over which dinosaur would be an equal match for King Kong.
"Dude, everyone says T-Rex, that shit is so mainstream!" Brooks growls out, Cal flipping him the finger.
"What's a pterodactyl gonna go? Flap King King to death with their wings?" Cal snorts.
Clary and I smirk at each other, as the two boys glared across the table.
"Sweets, can we just agree to disagree?" Clary holds back a laugh, as she places her hand on Cals shoulder.
"Fine." Cal spits out, crossing his arms.
Brooks smirks at a frowning Cal, making me knock my elbow into his side.
His bright blue eyes meet mine, sucking the air out of me like they do every time.
"Ouch." He furrows his brows.
I raise a brow at him, "Play nice, or there will be no more play dates for you boys."
Cal scoffs, glaring at me.
Brooks has a humored smile on his lips, slinging his arm over my shoulder and squeezing me to his side.
He leans down to my ear, his minty breath fanning the baby hairs on the side of my neck.
"I'd rather have a play date with you." He mumbles, placing a kiss below my ear.
Clary and Cal watch us with raised brows, as a blush spreads across my face hotly.
I clear my throat loudly, my heart rate increasing at his words.
Brooks leans back with a grin, looking very accomplished as I stare at the table with wide eyes.
"Well that was fucking disgusting to witness." Cal lifts his top lip in his obvious distain.
Clary nods along with a laugh.
"You're just mad you don't have the magic touch, like me." Brooks shrugs, his fingers tracing patterns on the back of my hand.
I swallow harshly.
Was he trying to kill me.
Cal narrows his eyes at Brooks.
"Actually-" Cal begins, his blonde hair wild as he glares across at Brooks.
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