Ash scoffs at her and sits on the couch with us, sliding his palm along my thigh in a cruel and calculated move. Cruel to me, because I can’t control my reactions, and calculated toward his sister, because I think he’s done with her moping. It works like a fucking charm. Avery’s eyes drop down to glare at his hand, and when she looks back up at him, I almost cringe at the look of pure disgust. Ash smirks at her. “Maybe you should stop moping about that spineless fuck Atticus Crawford and find someone worth your time?” I move to get up, and away from their war, and they both hold me in place.
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