My Brother's Best Friend
“It’s nothing like that. It’s just—”
“Hey, Adam, can I borrow your hair dryer? Nancy forgot—” Jaden stops mid-sentence and stares at us. Her brown hair is wet, droplets running down her white tank top. I can make out the edge of her small, pink nipple below it.
As if she knows what I’m thinking, her hands wrap around her small chest. She bites her lower lip, gnawing on it. It’s somewhat adorable. If you're into fifteen-year-olds.
“Um, yeah, it’s on my dresser,” Adam says.