3
Noah’s POV
Ethan had no f*****g idea.
Not about last night. Not about the kitchen. Not about the fact that I’d had his sister’s legs wrapped around me in the shower just a few hours ago.
And definitely not about the way I was watching her now, sitting across from me on the couch, pretending she wasn’t thinking about it too.
“Dude, focus.”
I blinked. Ethan shoved a controller into my hands, already scrolling through the game menu.
“We doing this or what?” he asked.
I smirked, slouching deeper into the couch. “Sure. But you know I’m gonna kick your ass, right?”
Ethan scoffed. “Yeah, okay.”
Ava was pretending I didn’t exist. She sat at the other end of the couch, scrolling on her phone like she wasn’t completely aware of me.
Which was bullshit.
Because I could see the way her f
