Seven Devils
Lilac narrows’ so pointedly that he physically can see when she shrinks back, the grip on his wrist loosening from its previous confidence.
Because he loves her too.
“Fine… but after I’m taking a damn nap…”
Love was a very strong word, and he knew it. But when she chides him, reprimanding him on how kids their age shouldn’t cuss, he knows that he does. Damon’s hand being pulled around by hers when they make their way back into the room he had just fled from. The airy steps she takes off setting his heavy ones in perfect tandem.
She was the little sister he never had.