Emi didn’t quite understand love. Well not the love between a boy and a girl or a man and a woman at least. Sure she knew what it was like to love Angelo, but he was her brother. And of course she loved her daddy. While in Vilnius she’d gotten to hear so many stories about her parents when they were younger. It seemed that they knew what love was like already at her age. She couldn’t imagine it though. It was just too weird. Boys were weird, even. Not that she got to spend a lot of time with boys, aside from Angelo. Jarrett and Lijah were in London, so she rarely got to see them. And León was in Madrid. Jarrett was pretty weird and Lijah was a sweetheart, but still different from a girl. She looked at a picture of her parents on their wedding day and wondered what it was like to kiss a boy. Did it feel funny? Was it gross? She assumed it was gross. After all… kissing a boy on the lips? Yuck. Yet her mummy and daddy did it all the time. Maybe it was because they were married? Maybe being married made things feel different. Emi giggled at some really young pictures she’d found. It was hard to believe that her mum and dad were once her age but, here was the proof. Maybe one day, she'd get it. But for now, love was a mystery.
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