7

𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐗 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

I silently cursed Josh as I carried Ava upstairs. That asshole always put me in situations I didn’t want to be in.

Case in point: sleeping in the same room as his sister.

I’m sure he would be even less happy about it than I was, but I hadn’t set up the guest room—I never had guests, not if I could help it—and it was pouring outside, so I couldn’t bring her home without both of us getting drenched. I could’ve left her on the couch, but she would’ve been damn uncomfortable.

I kicked open the door to my room and set her on the bed. She didn’t stir.

My eyes lingered on her form, noticing details I had no business noticing. Her dark hair fanned out beneath her like a blanket of black silk long enough for me to wrap my fist around, and her skirt rode up, baring an inch more thigh than modest. Her skin looked smoother than silk, and I had to clench my hands to refrain from touching her.

My mind flashed back to earlier in the night. Her ski