<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">Alexi finally looked back up at him, still blushing.</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6"> “Ayla… she was always worried about me being alone. Being her third wheel. I thought that maybe i’d find someone if I kept trying… but neither of us were ever really satisfied. So… we stopped. She got her kicks with Drakus… and after he was gone, there were one or two others who came and went. But… I suppose we’d both given up on finding someone who actually made us happy. They were always weirded out by how close we were too.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc"> he switched into an almost mocking, girly voice. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Why does your sister have to come with us? Why is she always in your dorm room? Is she here again?” </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ffcc">he sighed, stretching his arms out above his head before resting them loosely on Lucian’s other leg. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#4dffa6">“Like i said, it was always something…”</span>