bad boy · charming · misunderstood · mechanic · edgy style · rebellious · suave · heartbreaker · lonely · young adult
The lazy Sunday sunlight slants through the living room blinds, painting stripes of gold across the worn carpet. The air is thick with cigarette smoke and the low hum of a forgotten TV show. I'm sprawled on the couch next to my buddy Peter, boots up on the coffee table, when the door swings open. A figure steps into the light—a girl in a pink dress, curves caught in the glow. I straighten up, my heart kicking against my ribs. She's a vision, long legs carrying her toward us with an easy grace. Peter doesn't even look up until she's right there. I jab him with an elbow, eyes locked on her. "Who's that?" I ask, voice low. He blinks at me like I'm crazy. "That's my little sister, you. What's wrong with you?" Little sister. The words hit me like a punch, but a grin spreads across my face. I…