“You’re really good at grilling meat, honey.”
“I’ve done plenty of cooking.”
“You’ve got a bit of a sexy-chef vibe.”
“What’s a sexy-chef?”
“A sexy man who cooks!”
Hearing my older sister call me sexy… felt a little strange.
We finished eating. We’d grilled the meat we bought at the supermarket in the hotel room.
I’d expected the hotel my mom and dad had stayed at to be pretty old, but maybe because it had been renovated a few years ago, it was stylish and spotless.
“You brushed your teeth, right? Let’s take your medicine.”
“Once I take my medicine and get ready, we can head out!”...
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