"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us.
Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively...
I can't seem to shake this restless energy, pacing around Matío's penthouse like a caged animal. The city buzzes outside, but in here, it's just me and my tangled thoughts. Ever since that night—the brownies, the almost-kiss—I've been on edge, overthinking every damn thing.
What's the point anymore?
That was the first thought in my head as I stared blankly at the ceiling. Sunlight leaked through the blinds, taunting me to do something productive with my day. The silence in the penthouse was deafening—a constant reminder that Matío was at work, and I was still stuck here, in his world, floating between my past and whatever the hell my future was supposed to be.
The thing is, I didn't want to think about my future. Not with the weight of everything that had gone wrong pressing down on me. And certainly not with Matío lingering in my thoughts, creeping in when I least expected it.
My stomach growled, pulling me from my mental spiral. I sighed, pulling myself off the couch to make something to eat. Just as I was shuffling toward the kitchen, there was a knock at the door.
Who could it be this time? I was really getting tired of the unannounced guests.
My first thought was Matío, maybe forgetting his keys. But that didn't make sense. He had a spare.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Another set of sharp raps at the door made me sit up, pulling the hoodie tighter around me. "Hold on!" I called out, pushing myself off the couch.
Who the hell is that?
When I cracked the door open, a familiar face greeted me—Ezra, my brother. Tall, confident, and wearing his usual cocky smirk, he stood there like he owned the place.
"Ezra?" I blurted, my voice dripping with disbelief.
"Surprise," he said, stepping past me without waiting for an invitation.
"What are you doing here?" I shut the door, glaring at the back of his head as he made himself at home, flopping onto the couch like he hadn't just scared the shit out of me.
He flopped onto the couch like he belonged there, looking way too comfortable. "Can't a guy visit his little sister without getting the third degree?"
I folded my arms, trying to shake off the unease bubbling in my chest. Ezra showing up unannounced wasn't unusual, but it felt different now. I wasn't sure how much he knew about me staying here, let alone the tension between me and his best friend.