James only hit the books because there was no one to play with he wasn't exactly doing it for fun.

In the Calder family living room, Mrs. Calder was busy teaching her son poetry, while Mr. Calder was itching to take him outside for a swim.

“What's with you?” Mrs. Calder huffed. “You're holding back my educational progress.”

Mr. Calder just grinned. "Let the kid play. Why start studying so early? He'll have to learn this stuff eventually anyway—there's no escaping it. Might as well let him run wild while he can."

With that, Mr. Calder grabbed his son's hand and hauled him off for some real childhood fun.

Lately, James and his much-older dad had been getting along better than ever.

That evening, Leo was waiting at the Cedillo family's gate to pick up Anya.

He spotted her coming out in slippers, dangling her shoes and socks from one hand.

"What happened to you?” he asked.

puffed out her cheeks.

shot her a knowing look. “Let me guess, you

knew all too well what kind of

sent Anya off to shower. While she was in the bathroom, he stayed at the sink, scrubbing her muddy shoes and rinsing

them in a minute! You don't have to do it!" Anya


back, "What does it matter who washes

her as she

turned to look at her-the steamy air, Anya's flushed cheeks, dark hair stuck in damp strands to her face. He could just imagine what she looked like behind

She could sense trouble coming her

Anya was backed up against the bathroom wall, arms bracing against Leo's advances. “Chad~” she whispered,

gently pried her hands apart and

an even brighter shade of pink, her

bathroom grew hotter with

away-though if you listened

worn out, but Leo seemed to have endless energy. She felt like she was

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