Grant went in front of the door. "I don't treat you like my little sister. I'm protective of you."
I stopped. "I like that, your explanation sounds much better."
He smiled. "Yeah, otherwise I slept with someone who I consider to be my sister."
"That'd be weird." I agreed.
His eyes shifted, which was a telltale sign that he's debating something. "Look, I was thinking. I want you and Trisha to get along. It's going to be hard to date someone who doesn't get along with you. I wouldn't be able to."
"That's true. It'd be difficult." I agreed, not sure what I was agreeing to.
He moved out from in front of the door. "She's coming here tomorrow. What if you come too? We could all hang out."
I nearly tripped over myself. "You want me to hang out with you and your girlfriend?"
"She's not my
