No jealousy, no anger at how she’s flirting with him, but rage that my sister thinks she can do this. That she uses anyone she wants as a tool to get at me. Embarrassing him.
“Eve, stop. This isn't funny or clever…You’re disgusting, and Simon hasn't done anything wrong.” I snap as she moves towards him again, one single finger trailing his arm as she fully focuses all her attention on him. I can sense the change in the air as she initiates full-on hormone power of a Femme, crackling with tension and getting heavy and petting him. I can taste the seduction in the air, and it grosses me out.
“Why? Scared of what he might do? Or what he won’t? Scared, he has only the willpower to wait as long as no one else tempts him… Let’s face it. No femme has gone near him because of his obvious crush o
