And wow... the pleasure rising in his face is so dang sexy. His breath shallow, eyebrows pitched.
The woman’s voice is sharper now with the door cracked. “Mmm, you like this Grayson? You wanna fuck me like this, don’t you, baby?”
He sucks in a sharp breath and nods slowly.
I wish it was me he looks at that way — with those lust-filled eyes.
“What in the fuck?” belts out Brax, who is suddenly standing behind me!
Holy—
I spin around. “Uh.”
From Grayson’s room, the sound of a laptop snapping shut makes me flinch. The whoosh of air chills my legs as he swings open his door.
I have Brax glaring down at me, and the overwhelming presence of Grayson burning my backside.
“Dude, Piggy was fuckin’ spying on you,” Brax says.
I cringe as I look over my shoulder, finding Grayson with a sheet wrapped around his waist. But I can’t stand to look into those intense hazel eyes for one more second.
I sulk. I have no excuse, so all I can muster is: “Sorry, Grayson.”
Brax bellows with laughter. “Fuckin’ Piggy is a Peepin’ Tom! Better start locking your door, man!”
Grayson laughs hard, too. “Your sister is down bad. Watching me beat off.” He pushes on my shoulder and I stumble away from them.
Like I expect, they don’t stop.
Brax doubles over, laughing louder. “Piggy loves Grayson!”
“I do not!”
“Peepin’ Piggy,” taunts Grayson.
I run to my room. “I hate you both!”
“She’s squealing!” yells Brax.
“Ugh!” I groan and slam my door shut.
I already know it. Now, I have a new nickname.
Damn it, Charlotte!
I’m twenty-one years old and I’m in a loop. Nothing changes. Go to work, come home, clean up, and get bullied.
I don’t want Brax to lose Mom’s house, but he has a lot of friends. Maybe he can be responsible long enough to find a second roommate. And take care of Atticus. He’s Brax’s little brother, too.
Having an autistic brother isn’t easy, but I’m sure Brax can learn how to care for him. If only I was awarded guardianship instead of Brax.
Either way, I just need to make changes this year.
But I don’t know how to change my life. Therefore, I do the only thing I can.
I pray.
“Dear God, please.Pleasechange my life. I want to live somewhere quieter. I want a boyfriend. I want to fall in love. And I want to be happy. Somehow... please, I’ll do anything. Just get me out of this house! Amen.”
