Hearing him say it so easily?—
It feels like someone quietly stepping on my chest.
Little sister.
Cool. Awesome. Great.
I stare down at my drink so they don’t see my face even though they can’t see me anyway.
Stupid.
Why did I even care?
“She got stood up,” Sage says. “Sean ghosted her. I was trying to make sure she had a good night. I actually like her, Ethan. I do. I’m not threatened.”
My throat tightens.
“You didn’t have to grind on some guy to do that,” he mutters.
She steps closer to him.
Even from the shadows, I can see it.
The shift.
The way she softens.
Tilts her head.
Touches his chest.
Her voice goes low and sweet and dangerous all at once.
“You jealous, baby?”
It’s like watching a spell being cast.
She doesn’t yell.
She doesn’t fight.
She just… leans in.
And Ethan melts.
Like gravity flipped.
His jaw tics.
His shoulders tense.
His hands fist like he’s trying not to touch her.
And then he does.
He pulls her in.
Sudden. Rough. Desperate.
