3
WESTON
Telling her to stay was skating a dangerous line.
I knew that, even as I told her to stay. She was my best friend’s little sister. She was my roommate. And she was also gorgeous.
Crossing that line was ill-advised.
To put it lightly, Campbell would probably murder me.
He and Hollin had warned me off Nora when we first agreed to move in together. They’d made themselves perfectly clear, and I’d given them my word that it wasn’t like that with us. Which I was determined to stick by, even as she smiled up at me with her gorgeous heart-shaped face, Abbey blue eyes, and plump lips.
Best friend’s little sister. I stamped the words on my brain as I stepped back.
“Good,” I told her. “Did you touch my room?”
She laughed and shook her head. “No. I kept the door shut. I didn’t touch
