“This is a bad idea. You are a bad idea,” I whisper loudly, stomping away from the house as quickly as my ski boots allow. “What did I do?” “Flirting in front of my brother, sneaking around, looking at me like you’re thinking about me naked. You’re not very subtle.” ”I am thinking about you naked, but nobody knows except you. Your brother has barely stopped looking at his phone since he got home. And anyway…” he says, throwing his arm around my shoulder. “Isn’t there something kind of hot about sneaking around?”
