Emma’s POVFew months ago, I came over for a sleep over at Hannah’sThe house was dark and quiet. I heard the low murmur of a voice.Not Hannah’s.A woman’s laugh, soft and throaty, drifted up from the kitchen. I paused on the last step, my hand frozen on the cool banister. I just wanted water. That’s all. My throat was parched from the popcorn.Then I heard him. Luca.A low, rough sound. Not words. A groan.My breath hitched. I shouldn’t be here. I should turn around. But my feet, bare on the wooden floor, carried me forward, silent, until I could see into the dimly lit kitchen through the archway.The fridge light was on, casting a cold, blue-white glow over them.Luca, Hannah’s older brother, was pressed against the kitchen cabinet. And she was pressed against him. A woman with dark, wild curls, her back to me. Her dress was a slip of black silk, hiked up around her thighs. Luca’s hands were on her hips, his fingers digging into the fabric, into her skin. His head was bent, his mou
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