I cursed under my breath when I saw her come out of their room in the middle of the night wearing those boy shorts underwear and a tshirt short enough to show just a hint of skin.
She looked a little embarrassed when she saw me, she must have forgotten I keep odd hours because of my job. But instead of stepping back into their room to put on more clothes she just smiled and waved sleepily.
“I’m just grabbing a glass of water,” she whispered, obviously trying to not wake Samual, my brother.
I didn’t even say anything. Of all the things running through my head, none of them could be said out loud.
Three weeks. It had been three long weeks of the two of them living in my house. They’d decided to move to the city and needed a place to stay while house hunting. Of course I said they could stay with me – he’s my brother after all.
But I hadn’t considered what it would be like having *her* stay with me.