Fourteen
Louis
“Where are you off to?” I raised my eyebrows at my twin as he walked into the kitchen, wearing a pressed shirt and smart jeans. Not completely unusual attire for him, but he looked somehow… neater than usual. And he was fiddling with his cuff, like he usually did when he was nervous.
“Audrey’s dad’s birthday,” he said with a grimace.
Audrey.
My stomach dropped with uncomfortable foreboding. The little prude he’d picked up from a pub a few weeks ago. I hadn’t asked, but I knew that’s where he’d been sleeping most nights this past week. With her.
This was the longest he’d ever been with a girl before—that either of us had, and I wasn’t stupid. He liked her. f**k, he was going to a goddamn family birthday with her now? He more than liked her.
Worry mixed with something e
