Sam watched his sister as she dozed against him. She lay, spread out like a starfish on her belly, head resting in the crook of his arm, and her arm draped across his chest. He could hear the soft shallowness of her breathing.
His eyes roamed over her naked frame, taking in the soft skin of her back, the firm curve of her ass. He lingered on her peaceful face, lingering on the imperfections that made her perfect. He couldn’t keep the small smile from tugging at the corners of his lips.
After what felt like a long time, Em’s eyes fluttered open and met his. They looked larger than usual and seemed to shimmer.
“Hey,” she said sleepily.
“Hey yourself.”
She stretched lazily, then pressed her lips to his shoulder. Sam brushed a loose strand of hair from her face.
“What time is it?” she asked.
Sam craned around to glance at the bedside clock. “A little after 4.”
Em groaned as she pulled away from him. “I should get ready,” she said. “Karen’s thing is supposed to start in a half hour, and I need a shower and a wardrobe change.”