The moment he stood up and walked over to the girl in just a bra waiting for him, Wes and I turned to each other with astonished expressions.
“What the hell have you done to our innocent little brother, Atlas?” Wes asked, appalled as our eyes were glued to Devon.
I shook my head. “It wasn’t me. This is all him.”
And in a way, that was the truth. I didn’t force him to do anything. If he wants to prove something to us or himself, so be it.
Devon approached the woman with caution. I could see in her eyes the undeniable lust that was swarming in them and she so badly wanted to be touched. This was her chance.
A part of me wanted to save my little brother, to tell him that he didn’t have to go so far to prove whatever it was he was trying to prove, but I figured that he was old enough
