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1 " Aren’t you going to tell me your name? I muster up the courage totease him.You never asked, he replies simply with a shrug of his shoulders.I give him a sarcastic smile. “Well, now, I am.”Tucking his hands in his hoodie pocket, he looks straight ahead. Myname is Leo Drakos. Leo is short for Leonidas. "
― Alexia Mantzouranis , Identity
2 " What?” I ask, confused by her expression.“We’re triplets,” Leo notes to me.Damn, that must have hurt Athena. "
3 " What happens next makes me feel like I’ve gone to heaven due to myheart rate going way too high suddenly.Her bedroom door slowly creeps open.Not a second later, a male body jumps into the room, screaming, “Boo!”And can you guess who screams the loudest?Elijah.“Kill her, not me!” Elijah screams and pulls me in front of his body.“Don’t kill me either. I’m too pretty to die,” Amelia yells and throwsher body under Elijah’s and mine.“If you touch me,” I warn, “I’ll go psycho bitch on your skanky ass.”Silence fills the room.After my firm statement, the light is flicked on … and there stands Leo.He looks scared, pleased, and confused.Oh God, did I really just say that?He opens his mouth to say something but closes it a second later. “Well,that was not the reaction I was expecting,” he finally says blankly.Both Elijah and Amelia let go of me and return to their original spots.Not before giving their amused brother a dirty look. “You should have seen the way you guys held on to each other. Might aswell have said the Hail Mary.” Leo gives us all a once-over and smiles at our straight, aggrieved faces. “That was the highlight of my month.” A throaty laugh escapes his mouth. "
4 " I’ll wear my bikini then,” I call back and let out a laugh when I hearher gasp. “I’m joking! I’m joking!” I exclaim with a wide smile as sherushes back into the room with a scowl.I love pushing her buttons, and deep down, I know she kinda loves ittoo. It keeps things interesting when things are anything but that "
5 " What catches my breath when the door swings open is not my anxiety.It’s the sight of a drop-dead handsome guy.Holy shit. "
6 " He screams sarcastic, freaky, reserved, and somehow soft. He lookslike a Greek sculpture, carved into perfection. Well-built curves showthrough his clothing. He’s brawny-looking but boyish at the same time. Hisjawline is razor-sharp, lips so rosy and plump, making me slightly jealous.Let’s not forget the small tattoos that linger on his long fingers.A few strands of silky brown hair pop out from under a black beaniethat lies over his head. If I take off that hat, I’ll be met with gorgeous,smooth hair. Black jeans fit his toned legs well. A gray sweatshirt withcolorful graphics covers his torso. Under that hoodie, I know there’ll be asix-pack. And what makes him even more droolworthy—which I don’tknow how that’s remotely possible—are the rings on his slim fingers.Someone, catch me. I’m going to faint. He wears rings! "
7 " Shit, this backfired on me. I wanted to prove a point that not all girlslove romance. Oh God … why did I put myself in this position?I’m going to pee my pants. I hate everything scary. Sometimes, I findmyself stupidly scared of my own shadow. I don’t care if you call mecliché. I hate being scared more than anything.I won’t let him win. I refuse to raise his ego. I’ll put on my best actingskills and show him scary movies don’t faze me.“Deal,” I reply strongly and look toward the TV.Amelia gasps from beside me. “I don’t want to watch a scary movie—”“We don’t care,” he interrupts when he finds the movie on demand andpresses play.Here goes nothing …Jesus, please be with me "
