Erica's POV
I am still leaning up against the wall thinking about the soft kiss that Bryce just placed on my lips when the overpowering scent of roses fills my senses. It is not a scent that I have smelled in this house before. I can guess who the scent is coming from. Amber.
I turn and look towards the door of the living room and see Amber standing in the doorway with her arms crossed over her chest. She is wearing a deep blue dress that is several inches too short and cut way too low. If she would bend over, her breasts would fall out of the top and her ass out of the bottom. Her dark red hair is pulled back in a tight ponytail.
She strolls into the room with a disinterested look on her face and sits down on the couch closest to the door. She pats the seat beside her, gesturin
