His shoulders lifted with a carefree attitude. "I don't want her riding with guys I don't know. Just leave it alone okay?" I picked up on his angry tone straight away. I'd have to ask him what he meant later.

 "Whatevs," she sang, making her way to the front door. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow." She kissed him on the cheek before he lazily shut the door behind her.

 He made his way back to the living room and sat on the recliner opposite me.

 He looked at the books surrounding me. "I thought you were a dumbass."

 My gaze shifted from my book to him. I lifted an eyebrow in question.

 "You study. A lot. More than anyone I know. When you're not in class or practice your head's in a book. What's the deal? What's your major?"

  "Pre-med."

 "No shit?" His shock didn't surprise me. I'd gotten used to it.

 "Shit," I replied, sighing and closing the book. I threw it to the side. "So. Kellie?" I contained my smirk.

 "No dude. Kellie with an I E." His voice rose to a mockingly girly tone.

 Then we both laughed.

 "Fuck," he moaned, rubbing his eyes. "I need to save up and buy Dimmy a car, I'm sick of driving her around all the fucking time. I’m tired as hell right now, and I can't be fucked." He threw his head back against his chair.

 "I'll pick her up tonight, we could share the workload."

 He didn't answer, just looked at me curiously. "So, I think we need to talk about this."

 I lifted my chin. "About what?"

 "You know what."

 "I really don't." I tried to act bored.

 "You've lived here a few days. There still isn't shit in your room. Where do you sleep?"

 I kept my mouth shut.

 "Dude," he continued. "I'm not an idiot, and I'm not an asshole. I'm not going to sit here and give you some speech about how you can't be with her or whatever, not that you'd listen. I see you guys together, you know? I hear you guys laughing at night. I know you sleep in her room. And I hope that's all you do—sleep. Because she's not ready for much else."

 I opened my mouth to interrupt him. He raised his hand to stop me. "Look, if you guys are going to do whatever you're doing, just be careful with her, okay? I'm not going to give you a reason or tell you why...but it's more than just a brother looking out for his sister, you know?"

 I was confused. I had no idea what the fuck he saying.

 "She's changed with you."

 That got my attention. "What do you mean?"

 "You guys knew each other before you moved in." It was a statement, not a question. "I mean, I assume because of the way she acted when she saw you. I don't need to know how or why, but she's happier when you're around. I don't get it, but whatever you're doing, thank you."

 He stood up and put his fist out for me to bump.

 I did.

 I still had no fucking clue what he was talking about.

 "If you could pick her up tonight that would be awesome." He started walking to his room. "She finishes at midnight." He stopped just before walking in and placed both hands on either side of the door. Then, with a smirk on his face, he said, "Holy shit, Kellie I E wore me out." He chuckled to himself before entering his room and closing the door behind him.

 Amanda

 I couldn’t keep the smile off my face when he arrived at work to pick me up, but by the time he we got into his car, something had switched. I could see him looking at me from the corner of his eye, but he wouldn't face me. I saw him open his mouth to say something, but he didn't speak. It felt like the longest car ride in history.

 When we finally pulled up to the house and got in, he went straight to his room.

 I dressed for bed and knocked on his door.

 "Come in," he said.

 He was in his sleeping bag on the floor.

 "What are you doing?" I asked.

 He sighed. "Nothing, just studying." His books were spread out in front of him.

 I sat on the floor next to him, "Two truths?"

 He slowly closed all the books and stacked them in a pile on the other side of him. "Sure." He tried to smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. "I go first, though."

 I nodded

 "Tony?"

 I rolled my eyes.

 He continued. "I ran into him outside the bathroom, right before we left your work, he said that you guys are a thing? or will be? I don't know...but he told me to back off, that you were his. What the hell?"

 I shook my head. "I don't know why he told you that, but it's not true. I mean, we've fooled around a couple of times..." I trailed off, not wanting to go into too much detail.

 He raised his eyebrows. "That's all?" He was pissed.

 I reared back, "What do you want me to say? Why are you pissed?"

 He shrugged, avoiding my eyes.

 I stood up and walked to his door. "You're being an asshole."

 ***

 I was in my room for all of two seconds before he came in, a different emotion set on his features. "I'm sorry," he said.

 I shook my head, not looking at him. "You're being a dick. You've been in my life for what? A week? And you want to act like this when you find out that I've fooled around with someone. You have no right!" He stayed silent. I got out my anger. "And what about you? I know the number of people I've slept with. Do you? Can you give me a number?" I finally turned to face him. His hands were in his pockets. His gaze fixed on the floor. I went on, "Two, Logan. I've slept with two people." He lifted his head now, eyes penetrating mine. "And neither of those people were you. So you have no right to be like this. Quit acting like an asshole and get over it."

 He just stared at me. I could feel the air rushing in and out of my lungs as I tried to level my breathing. Then a smug smirk developed on his face, and he finally spoke, "I fucking love this feisty side. It's such a turn on."

 "Get out!" I pointed to the door then turned to get into bed.

 I sensed him move, before I felt his hands on my waist, his breath on my ear, "I'm sorry," he said again. "I'm sorry I'm being an asshole. But the thought of you, and some other guy with his hands all over you—I hate it, Amanda." He gently turned me to face him, and then rested his forehead against mine. He kissed me once, softly. "I want to feel everywhere he's felt. I want to replace the memory of his touch with mine. I don't want a single part of your body to not know my hands, do you understand?" His voice was low, husky, filled with desire.

 My eyes drifted shut at his words. A sound of agreement leaves my mouth. He started kissing my jaw. "Has he kissed you here?" he whispered, his words muffled.

 I nodded.

 His lips moved from my jaw and worked their way down to my neck, kissing, licking, and slightly sucking. I could feel his hard-on against my stomach. One of his hands moved to cup the back of my head, his fingers curled into my hair, softly pulling and tilting my head back to give him better access.