that is allison. allison in a towel. allison argent in a freaking towel. in the hallway. in front of him. allison argent, the girl who’s going to be his stepsister within the next few months. the girl who, despite, the fact, he has no qualms with being very unsubtle about wanting to see her naked. and, she is in a towel. in front of him. in the hallway.
❝ you should probably think twice about just walking out of the bathroom like that, love. ❞
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thanks to him, she couldn’t wander her own house freely anymore. he was nothing short of her own personal hell; a shadow always behind her. annoying her. making inappropriate comments whenever he could work them in. worst part? sometimes she liked it. sometimes she liked him. and that wasn’t something that could happen. he was practically her stepbrother already; living under the same roof, obligatory family dinners, bickering almost constantly. all that was missing was their parent’s wedding, which was only a few months away.
so she was stuck with him. standing in the middle of their shared hallway; in nothing but a towel while her hair dripped water freely down her back. uncomfortably, she tugged the towel firmer around her chest; knowing full well it wasn’t an accident he blocked the only path to her bedroom,
❝ one. stop calling me love. two. you weren’t supposed to be home until six. ❞