-Dakota POV-
“What?” I ask Dallas with attitude.
We were fast enough that he didn't see us in that compromising position.
With two fingers, Dallas points to his eyes and then to us. “I’m watching you two.”
I roll my eyes, then grab my pillow and throw it at him. “Go away!”
He evades the pillow. “Mom said dinner is ready.”
“Alright! Go away!”
He leaves and I quickly get up because I don’t want to make this awkward with Austin.
Austin follows me downstairs to the dining room.
(Jesus, mom made a feast.)
“Sit! Sit!” She says, excited.
We all sit around the table and start eating.
“Oh, so you are an artist.” Mom says.
Austin nods. “In a way, yea.”
“And you have a twin sister.”
He nods again.
(God! Mom keeps asking him question after question.)
“I just don't’
