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Things have been odd since our trip to Paris

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Things have been odd since our trip to Paris.

Alexia has been spending a lot of time with Jeremy lately.

That's right, Jeremy.

I thought she hated Jer.

I mean, I'm glad my wife and best friend are getting along and becoming friends but I find it odd that it was so sudden.

Camille walks into the kitchen and jumps up on the counter, sitting down.

"What's up?" She asks and I realize I was zoned out.

"Nothing." I shrug and go to grab a cookie.

I lean against the counter next to Camille and right as I'm about to eat the cookie she snatches it out of my hands and takes a bite out of it.

"Cali!" I complain, glaring at my sister.

She just smiles at me and takes another bite of my cookie.

"Brat." I mutter and go to grab another cookie.

"So what's up with you and Alexia?" She asks, taking yet another bite of my freaking cookie.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I mean, what's up with you and Alexia? You've both been acting weird. Neither of you will talk about what went on in Paris. C'mon Mase, just tell me what happened." She begs.

I sigh. "We had a nice dinner and we got to know each other and then we danced to her favorite song and then we made out and then we slept in the same bed together. Only slept though. And then I woke up to us wrapped in each others arms." I admit.

She squeals excitedly and I dramatically cover my ears.

"Oh my gosh! My brother and best friend are finally becoming a real married couple!" She gushes.

"Are we now?" We both turn to see Alexia leaning against the wall, a smile on her face.

"Yes!" Camille answers without hesitation.

Purely for Camille's amusement, Alexia comes over and wraps her arms around me and I kiss her forehead.

"That's adorable!" My sister, yet again, squeals.

"Calm down, Cali." Alexia laughs.

Alexia takes the cookie I grabbed earlier out of my hands and starts eating it.

"My cookie." I mumble under my breath.

Camille starts dying of laughter.

Alexia chuckles and pats my cheek. "Sorry." She says without an ounce of remorse.

She's definitely not sorry.

Yet, I smile at her.

"It's fine. You can take my cookie." I tell her and she smiles at me.

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