Chapter 1
Emma’s POV
“Hey, Jake, you think Mom and Dad have any booze stashed away in here? Winter break’s boring as hell without something to loosen us up.”
I pushed open the door to their master bedroom, the hinges creaking softly in the empty house while snow piled up outside the window, blanketing everything in white, but inside it was warm from the heater humming away in the corner.
Jake followed me in, his footsteps thudding on the carpet, that familiar smirk on his face like he was up for whatever trouble I dragged him into, his broad shoulders filling the doorway as he glanced around the room with those lazy eyes of his that always seemed to catch every little detail.
He shrugged, scanning the room slowly before flopping down on the edge of their king-sized bed, the comforter
