Chapter 90

It seems I still have my mouth wide open in surprise, and Eras takes the pain of using his hand to slowly close it. All three boys burst out laughing at this, and I have the faint feeling that they are all sharing a joke that I am not being let in on.

"Exactly what happened between you and Oliver?" I ask, and Scott's face takes on a confused expression.

"When did I say something happened between me and him?" he replies, and goes on to sipping his milkshake. It seems he's really invested in that, and from the caliber of this place I don't think he would have enough money to pay for the amount of these drinks he has already ordered.

The one I had been sipping too comes back to mind, as its tastes deliciously exotic, and I can say those things would cost at least more than the amount Scott should probably have on hand.

"Who's paying for all these drinks?" I ask. All three boys look to me and I can see Eras about to bring out his credit card, Clay is about to do the same, only my brother just sits and looks at both of them with a disgusted expression he can see ver have directed at me.

I give him the disgruntled, dazed expression, that I am wearing. He seems to be on some grand scheme that involves adequately messing with all of us.

"Drop your cards back where you took them from" he says, and I see the heads of two boys snap to look at me.

One of them golden haired, and the other one dark. The contrast between the both of them is so striking, that I have to take a moment and just stare. Eras looks all bright and cheery, like the sun with his head of golden locks, and yet Clay with his alluring ebony hair, and that ancient look in his eyes, looks like the moon.

Each and everything about them is different, one is as bright as a summer's day, the other one looks exotic and wears a smile that is so cold, like a Winter's night.

One of them has an a very sensuous mouth, while the other one as the sort of mouth you'd describe as belonging to an aristocrat. They seem to be two different people entirely, day and night, light and darkness.

I think it would be unfair of me to describe Clay as darkness, he really hasn't got that sinister vibe, or done anything evil to me, but yet I take the liberty to describe him as darkness.

He has that same sensuous feeling that darkness would have if you were to ever encounter it as a person. Drawn, setback jaw, handsome grey eyes, how is that he always seemed to make me get lost in the grey reality of them.

His face is as beautiful as something that is out of this world, and I can't just seem to reconcile the fact that both of them are staring at me expectantly.

Like I had something that they will so desperately want. I look at both people dumbfounded until Scott scoffs and saves me from this dilemma I find myself in.