Lucas Saville smirked, leaning back casually. “Well, if it isn’t Young Boss. So, how’s my little sister taste?”
Ethan Luciano chuckled, his tone careless. “Looks all sweet and innocent, but in bed? She’s a total freak in the sheets.”
Lucas’s eyes glinted. “So should I call her my little sister or my future sister-in-law?”
Ethan frowned, shaking his head. “Future sister-in-law? Nah. She’s just practice. I’m trying to hook up with the cheer captain, Sylvia Dawson, but I don’t want her thinking I’m clueless in bed. Cynthia Saville’s just a warm-up.”
The words hit me like a punch to the gut, freezing me in place. My heart twisted painfully.
Lucas was stunned for a second too, but then he burst out laughing. “Classic Ethan. Even your practice girl is someone else’s dream girl. You’ve got serious pull, man.”
He leaned in closer, lowering his voice to say, “Man, I bet Cynthia’s fanboys would lose their minds if they knew about this.”
Ethan snorted. “Cynthia? Please. She’s all over me. I barely have to lift a finger to get her in my bed.”
Lucas grinned, throwing his head back. “Well, at least she’s got a nice body. Though, between us, her chest doesn’t quite measure up to Sylvia’s.”
Ethan shot him a sharp look. “What? You into Cynthia now? Or don’t tell me you’ve got a thing for Sylvia too?”
Lucas quickly threw up his hands, backing off. “Me? No way. Cynthia’s my sister in name, man. That’s a no-go. And Sylvia? I wouldn’t dare mess with your girl.”
He snickered. “Still, who would’ve thought that Cynthia, the quiet one, would be the type to jump into bed without a second thought?”
Ethan just smirked. “She’s been chasing me for years. Figured I’d throw her a bone before I get serious with Sylvia. At least this way, she’s got something to remember me by.”
