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Grayson Pov “Alright! I got this!” I whipped my head up from the sink, looking at my dad. I currently had my hands elbows deep in a sink filled with soapy water, a plate in one hand, and a scrubby in another. Absently I handed the plate to Zain who was standing next to me, humming under his breath as he rinsed off the plate and stuck it on the drying rack. I couldn’t help but watch him for a moment out of the corner of my eye as mom came out of the living room to see what my dad was talking about. I stared at Zain from the corner of my eye as he rinsed off another plate, a soft smile on his face. Why did he seem like he was enjoying this? I couldn’t help but stare at him, the way his arms moved under his tight shirt, and sighed, shaking my head. There was something wrong with me. “Boy