Aurora's POV. 70.
Luther slowly pulled the kitchen door open, and there stood Richard—with an empty plate in hand and that same smug look dancing on his lips.
“This place reeks of s*x,” he muttered, stepping in like he owned the house. “And s*x… damn.”
My heart skipped. I adjusted Luther’s shirt around me, pulling the sides closer, but Richard’s eyes were already all over me.
“And… um, Aurora,” Richard added with a sly smirk, “I didn’t know you looked this sexy when… undressed. I mean, look at you. In Luther’s shirt. And nothing else, huh?”
Before I could even blink, the door slammed behind him.
Luther.
His face was unreadable—jaw tight, fists buried deep into his pockets, eyes locked on his brother like he was trying to keep from pouncing.
“No offense, brother,” Richard said, as
