I pushed Erica out to look her in the eyes. I saw the real girl behind the make-up, expensive clothes and bitchy attitude. I saw my sister for the first time. And I felt my heartbeat quicken for her.
"It isn't the clothes you wear. Or don't wear. You'd look amazing in a potato sack," I laughed.
"I'll have you know, I can totally rock a potato sack," Erica replied with a small smile. "It's about how you modify it."
"Noted. But it isn't what you wear or how you wear it. It's what's up here," I tapped on her temple gentle. "That makes you who you are and irresistible to me."
"Are you sure you don't want me to blow you?" Erica asked with a serious look. "Because that's about the nicest thing a guy has ever said to me and I think it deserves a reward."
I couldn't help but chuckle at her-wh
