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this kind of attention. They are staring again. Do they think I don't know how to use a fork or something?
     
       I pick up the strawberry, take a bite and let the most delicious flavor roam over my tongue. I have no idea what happens after that. One minute there is a plate full of food in front of me, the next...well…there's not. Confused, I glance at Tristan. His face is a mix of shock, amusement, horror and pride all at once. It's then I realize that my cheeks are puffed out, full of food like chipmunks. I blush and look down, chewing the massive amount of food still in my mouth. I think it's the pancake, but I can't be sure. How embarrassing to have wolfed down my food like a rabid animal in front of these beautiful boys.
     
       "Do you want more?" Tristan asks quietly in that kind voice of his.
     
       "No, thank you". I take a sip of my orange juice to wash the food down.
     
       I keep my eyes on the table in front of me while the guys finish eating their breakfast like civilized people do. I listen as they chat casually with each other, talking about things they did yesterday and plans for today, about nothing and everything really. I don't join in with them even as a few of them try to include me. I don't fit in here with this group of friends; I don’t know what I would say to any of them.
     
      I hear a door slam from somewhere in the house before a loud voice calls out. Someone on the other side of Tristan calls back that we're in the kitchen. Conversation halts as we wait for the newcomer.
     
      "What the fuck is going on? Ten messages! Did someone fucking die?" The voice booms as a man...definitely not a boy...walks into the kitchen.
     
       His gray eyes lock onto me instantly. He stops and leans against the frame. He stares at me and I stare back. I shrink into myself and unknowingly lean towards Tristan. I don't realize I'm shaking until he puts an arm around my waist so my back is to his front. This guy is scary as all get out, and he looks angry.
     
      I feel Tristan's lips at my ear as he whispers. "It's alright Kitten, I promise that no one here will hurt you." I feel comforted by his words and his voice, but I still won't look away from the man.
     
      He's sizing me up, I can feel it. I feel like he can see right through me and the thought makes me shiver. Ash stands, making his way over the man with the piercing eyes and copper-colored hair. He walks out of the kitchen with the man behind him. I can hear their equally gruff voices but can't make out what they are saying.
     
      I look over my shoulder at Tristan and he removes his arm, turning to look at the rest of the guys at the table. They meet each other’s eyes, communicating without saying a word. Boys are weird. I feel left out of the weird eye talk. I think about crossing mine just to be included, wondering what message I’d be sending.
     
      Kellan catches my eye and he gives me a reassuring smile. "So Kitten, you've met me, Tristan, Logan, and Ash, and you've just met Remy. This here is Reed”. He says, pointing at the lanky blond guy with the white shirt on the other side of Tristan.
     
      Reed grins and waves his fingers in greeting. He has a really nice smile. It looks genuine, not forced. With his blond hair and pale skin he looks more like me and less like the others I’ve met. I like his eyes too, with flecks of blue, green and gold they might be the most interesting color of hazel I've ever seen.
     
    Kellan points further down the table. "That handsome lad there is Finn, my twin brother." Finn lifts his hand a bit and his cheeks tint pink as he mouths the word 'hi'. Maybe he said it out loud and I just didn't hear him. He's a carbon copy of Kellan. Jet black hair, high cheekbones, full pouty lips and green eyes. Although Kellan's look like grass and Finn's look more like a mint green. Maybe this is a house for models? I’ve never really paid attention to guys or dwelled on their attractiveness, but