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my fair skin would ever compare to his.
    He smiled wide, his white teeth flashed, and it was obvious this was the look many girls, and women alike, have fallen victim to. He was my brother, but I could not deny the fact that he was also a ladies’ man. At 6’4”, he was bulky and muscled. His coach once told him that he didn’t have a swimmer’s body, more like a boxer’s body. Milo had disclosed that to me while cursing the high heavens because he didn’t know what a “swimmer’s body” was supposed to look like. All he knew was that he loved to swim and he could care less about being a boxer. I advised him that it was probably a compliment. He threw me a snide look and his own exact words were, “Bee, swimming’s my life. If I were thrown inside a ring, I’d want that ring to be filled with water. Just make it an enclosed aquarium, and I’d kick that motherfucker’s face.”
    “Did you make more?” He asked as he stood up and walked towards the kitchen.
    I shook my head. “Milo, I made like 24 pancakes. You want more? How do you not get fat?”
    “I burn through these in three hours. You should know this by now.” He washed his plate over the sink after checking out the stove and the refrigerator for any evidence of leftover pancakes.
    I stood up from my chair and heaved myself up on the kitchen counter into a sitting position, swinging my feet. I loved having these one-on-one moments with my brother. When he was happy and relaxed, I was the same. We were connected to each other ever since we were children. Milo was the other half of Brynn. Brynn was the other half of Milo.
    He was also my number one protector. In third grade, a boy stole my lunch and by the end of recess, that boy was sitting without shorts on in the middle of the school playground. He was tied to a tree by his shoestrings. In high school, when a guy teased me for still being a virgin, this guy’s car was defaced with “LOSER” written on his front windows, and this same guy had a hard time chewing on the right side of his mouth. It was well known that I was Milo’s little sister, all throughout school. This fact scared guys so no one had the courage to date me. I got really upset at Milo about this and he simply said, “Good.”
    “Bee, you working this weekend?” He asked as he sat on the couch after having dried the plates and storing them in the cabinets above the top of the sink.
    “No, why?” I asked, now sitting across from him, leafing through my newest issue of Elle magazine. My best friend, Ava, had gifted me a five-year subscription.
    “You wanna watch an action movie? Leif and I are going.” He stretched himself out, planted his legs on the dark brown ottoman in front of him. I bought the ottoman at Ava’s advice. She claimed it was modern and hip.
    “Actually, Ava’s visiting over the weekend so I’ve got girl plans with her,” I answered and looked directly at him.
    The light in his green eyes dimmed. “I don’t know how you stay friends with her. She’s just slutty and high maintenance.”
    I threw the couch pillow at his face. He barely dodged the pillow, which flew over his black as ink head of hair.
    “Stop calling her slutty. She is not slutty. High maintenance, yes. But, not slutty.” I constantly had to defend her from Milo. She was far from the ‘slutty’ persona that he was thinking of, she was actually the ‘virgin’ out of the two of us.
    “Whatever,” he snickered, his expression bereft of any praise towards my best friend. “I cannot believe that after all these years, you stuck with Miss Las Vegas.”
    Milo called her “Miss Las Vegas” because she really was Miss Las Vegas. She was the daughter of Las Vegas’s number one promoter and co-owner of various successful entertainment ventures. In the society pages, she was often depicted as “spoiled, bratty, and slutty.” She was spoiled because she was the only daughter. She was bratty to other people, but never to me, and gave me