Tell us your favorite part of Jane’s body. My face almost screws up. I must’ve read this shit backwards or ass-fucking-sideways. Because in my head, there’s no way brothers would want to hear this shit about their sister. Jane has her knuckles to her lips, analyzing the card like it’s a chess piece. “She’s your sister.” My voice is stern. “You really want to know this?” “It’s not for our pleasure,” Charlie retorts in a tone that says, you’re a fucking idiot. I’m feeling pretty fucking stupid. Eliot outstretches his arms. “‘Though this be madness, yet there is method in’t.’”
