"Need a hand, Leo?" Mia asked, leaning against the doorframe. She looked leaner, her shoulders broader from a season of competitive swimming. "I’ve got it," Leo grunted, his ego refusing to yield.
Mira grinned and threw her arm around my shoulder — easily, like draping a towel over a rack. “Oh, he’s older,” she said. “By three minutes. I just got all the growth spurts.” my younger sister is taller and stronger than me stories upd