Lila
Ethan was already asleep when Jace walked into the kitchen.
I heard the fridge open, the low clink of a bottle, then the quiet pad of bare feet on tile. I stayed at the sink with my back to him, rinsing the last plate from dinner, pretending the thin tank top and sleep shorts were enough coverage. They weren’t. The air conditioning had my n*****s tight against the fabric, and the shorts sat low enough that the curve of my ass showed every time I shifted.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Jace said behind me. His voice was lower than it had been at dinner, when he’d smiled at Ethan and called me sis like it was a joke. “Mind if I grab a beer?”
“Go ahead.”
The fridge closed. I felt him move closer instead of leaving. The heat of him settled against my back, not quite touching, close enough that I
