Rowena
Eric’s hand felt like an electric shock as his fingers grazed across my cheek.
I slapped it away. His eyebrows shot up in surprise as I wrenched my wrist out of his other hand and walked across the room.
“Enough of that,” I ordered. “I’m tired of your pranks.”
“Pranks?” Eric asked. “What are you talking about, Rowena?”
The way my brother played stupid made my blood boil, and I whipped back around to face him. “I’m talking about that little kiss at the homecoming dance,” I growled. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that. It was disgusting, and… and… cruel!”
“Disgusting, huh?” Eric scoffed and folded his arms across his chest. “I didn’t know you felt that way about me, Rowena.”
“You’re my brother, Eric. Or have you forgotten since you were gone for three ye
