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.

her cheeks.

you got wet chasing after those two little

too well what kind of messes Ms.

sent Anya off to shower. While she was in the bathroom, he stayed

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


just called back, "What does it matter who washes

a crack, steam curling around her as she peeked

hair stuck in damp strands to her face. He could just imagine what she looked like behind the glass. His breath quickened, and he set down what he was holding, heading

She could sense trouble coming her

wall, arms bracing against Leo's advances. “Chad~” she whispered,

her hands apart and leaned in closer. "Still

turned an even brighter shade of pink,

hotter with more than

the door tightly shut, the world outside faded away-though if you listened hard enough, you might have caught the soft,

energy. She felt like she was melting

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