BIG SIS WANTS ME TOO 3.
CALEB'S POV.
This was going to be hell.
I unpacked quickly, tossing my clothes into the dresser and setting up my phone charger on the nightstand. The room was nice..way nicer than my room at home that it felt too clean. Too perfect. Like I was a guest and not a family member.. a junior brother who was supposed to be living here for the next three weeks.
I wandered back downstairs, following the sound of music coming from the kitchen.
Lena was leaning against the counter, scrolling through her phone, a glass of wine in her hand. She'd changed..traded her tank top and shorts for a loose, oversized T-shirt that hung off one shoulder and a pair of tiny sleep shorts that showed off enough skin.
My throat went dry.
"Hey," I said, leaning against the
doorframe.
