Adria shut her bedroom door a little harder than she meant to, leaning against it as if she needed the wood to hold her together.
Tiffany flopped onto the bed like she owned it, still grinning from ear to ear.
“Oh my God, Adria. You didn’t tell me your stepbrother was that fine,” Tiffany squealed, hugging one of Adria’s pillows to her chest.
Adria’s stomach twisted. She crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes.
“He’s not fine. He’s… irritating.” Adria argued.
She didn’t feel like she was lying. Nathan was irritating and he got under her skin.
Also, Tiff was supposed to join her on her hate quest on Nathan. Not drool over him every time she sees him.
Tiffany sat up, smirking knowingly. “Uh-huh. Irritating with eyes you could drown in, right?”
“Stop.” Adria snapped faster than she in
