“I do!” I say. “I fucking do, Em, but I think that just turns him on even more.”
“Ohmygod,” she mutters. “That’s…questionably gross.”
I chuckle. “Right?” I slide the window shut with abang. Glancing once at a still-jerking-off Bob, I flash him the middle finger and quickly pull the curtains close.
“You flipped him off, didn’t you?” Emma asks.
I laugh as I face the dressing-table mirror. “Emma Rose Smith, are you accusing me of indecent behavior?”
“I’mconfirming. There’s a difference.”
I click my tongue and stare at my reflection. My eyes look…dull against the warm ambience of my room. My cheeks are a bit hollow, my jaw sharper. Pair that with super dry lips and dark circles, and I’m ready to break into Hollywood as the female version of Michael Myers.
I sigh and shake my head. “Do you think I should tell Noah?” I question.
“About Bob?”
“Yeah,” I say. “This has been going on for days now. Usually I’m up early and already at work, so we don’t see each other. But now that I’m home…”
“He’s been creaming his pants to your luscious body?”
I scowl. “Please never use those words in the same sentence again. Better yet, don’t use them at all.”
“But you love me,” she quips.
I roll my eyes. “I do,unfortunately.”
She chuckles. “Okay, so, to answer your question: if youreallywanna see Bob lifeless and in a coffin wearing a too-tight three-piece, then go right ahead and tell your brother everything. I mean, have you seen Noah’s biceps? I bet his fist is larger than Bob’s head.”
I can’t help but laugh. “You’remarried, Em, in case you forgot. Keeping mental measurements of my brother’s body is hardly appropriate for you.”
“Meh, it’s fine. Martin knows he married a weirdo.”
I grin. “You–”
“Honey!” comes Mom’s voice from the living room.
“Ah, shoot. Hey, Em, my mom’s here. I promised I’d help her and Dad in cleaning their house today.” I walk over to my closet and pull out a pair of jeans and a plain yellow t-shirt. “I gotta go, babe.”
“Of course! I have to go check on Megan anyway. Have to make sure she hasn’t moved from having a normal phone call with her boyfriend to having phone sex with him.”
I stop in my tracks. “I’m sorry, what?”
Emma sighs. “Megan has a boyfriend, Nia. Keep up.”
“She’s 5 years old,” I say in complete disbelief, making sure to emphasize each word.
“Well, her generation moves fast. You and I waited too long, apparently.”
“I…” I shake my head.
“Nia, honey? You here?” Mom calls out.
“Yeah, Mom; gimme 10. I need to dress up.”
“Sure thing!” I hear her humming and moving around in the living room, which puts a smile on my face.
“Go help your parents while I go sneak up on my spawn,” Emma tells me.
