then let’s go.

so, is she ready?

if he does, he’s a blind fool.

She won’t be alone, don’t worry.

Only way to shake the nerves is to get it over with.

Why not now?

Ask him.

There’s only one way to find out.

Whenever she’s ready to.

Then she should do it.

Does she want to pursue him?

Spill.

They’ve been best friends since birth, she can’t lie to her.

who’s she hiding from?

Hm, that could work.

Who?

Rolling her eyes. “Get some sleep, your brother will talk to you in the morning.”

“Your brother can help you.” She responded as she stayed standing by the door.

Could he move it a bit faster? His brother was trying to flirt with her.

He needs to find a woman for his brother. @curvuseres.bsky.social

Glancing back at him, she sighed softly. “I won’t be like my sister, my marriage is hard enough without being unfaithful.”

“Sleep it off, then figure out your next move.” She responded, slowly opening the door.

“Do what you have to do, but it won’t make things better in the long run.” She sighed, moving towards the door of the guest room.

“What am I meant to do about that? Get your revenge, but don’t assume sinking to her level will make things better.”

“Absolutely not, she got what she deserved. But don’t pretend you don’t still want her.” She shook her head again, as she stood back up.

“My sister.” She responded quietly with her arms folded, but then she slowly sat on the edge of the bed. She had to resist him, for the sake of her own marriage.

Fluffing the pillows and setting the blankets over him with another wave of her wand, she raised a brow at him. “You’re drunk, you don’t really want this.”

She knew why he was trying to flirt with her, after what her sister had done. But she wouldn’t be lured down the same path, she wouldn’t ruin her own marriage.

Fitting the bedsheets on with a wave of her wand, she stood quietly in the middle of the room.

“And I’m married to your brother.” She responded with a shake of her head.

“Stay put, I’ll make up the guest room.” She muttered, making her way calmly upstairs.

She just stared at him in disbelief when he started talking, and she moved to clear away the bottles and his glasses. “You’re drunk, and still married to my sister.”