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. "Got soaked while

guess, you got wet chasing after those two little troublemakers

knew all too well what kind

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

minute! You don't have to do it!"


back, "What does

around her as she peeked out, eyes soft and misty. "Chad, you're making me feel

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

eyes widened. She could sense trouble coming

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

her hands apart and leaned in closer. "Still embarrassed

brighter shade

hotter with more

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

have endless energy.

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