"Take those god-awful sweats off. Put on your khaki cargo shorts, then sit on your bed and cough when you're decent."
She leaned a little back from him and looked in his eyes.
He nodded and returned to his room and closed the door.
Kota could tell his door didn't latch.
Maybe he's smarter than I give him credit for, she thought to herself with a grin.
She leaned her ear against the door, but not enough to push it open, and waited.
Soon enough, she heard her brother cough, and it didn't even sound fake.
Maybe she was wrong about his acting abilities.
Kota pulled in a deep breath and slowly exhaled as she put the palm of her hand on the door.
She hesitated. She hadn't planned exactly how to do the next step and hoped her nerves wouldn't stop her.
She ignored the storm of butterflie
