Your d*ck is pointing at me

WADE’S POV.  Leslie deflated, still looking at me. She pulled her bottom lip between her lips and looked at me in distraught before forcing a smile.  “I’m so excited, thank you,” she said even though the look in her eyes clearly told me she was out to kill me. I looked away just as my dad reached for Sarah’s hand on the table and squeezed. I realized just how much getting along meant for them. But, they forget that we’re too old to play siblings. We were only tolerating each other at this point. “You’re going to do great,” Sarah said beaming at her daughter. Leslie gave her a weak smile. “Babe, hold on,” Tahreema leaned closer to me, swiping the pad of her tongue across the corner of my lip. I lifted my brow at her in question. Leslie slapped her spoon down on the table loudly, ending the conversation around the table. I looked at her. She looked like a deer in headlights. She only just realized what she had done; her eyes locked on Tahreema and I. “I’m sorry, I just—” she sighed