Asher’s POV

Janine’s face looked like she had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She was in a crouching position, her hands unbuttoning the pants on...

He turned to look at me with apologetic eyes. “Luca!”

“Asher, I’m sorry...” he began.

“Janine, will you get on your feet and fix your clothes!” I yelled in anger. I was filled with utter disgust, seeing my sister in that position and, of all people, with my own friend Luca.

She sighed and proceeded to fix Luca’s pants.

I raked my fingers through my hair. “His hands are working, Janine! I think he can fix his pants by himself.” I...