Unpacking!

'Hey, Markus,' she said, her voice smooth and warm, like honey over gravel. 'Thanks for letting me invade your space. Steve owes you one.'

I stepped aside, taking the box from her to lighten her load.

'No problem at all. Come on in. Guest room's all set up down the hall.' As she brushed past me, I caught a whiff of her scent—something fresh, like citrus mixed with a hint of something earthier, more intimate.

She dropped her bag in the living room and stretched her arms overhead, the motion pulling her tank top tight against her full breasts, the fabric straining just enough to outline her nipples faintly. I averted my eyes, feeling a stupid flush creep up my neck. This was Steve's sister, for fuck's sake. Get it together.

We spent the next hour getting her settled. I helped carry her stuff to the room, our hands brushing once as I handed her a stack of folded clothes. Her fingers lingered on mine a second too long, soft and warm, sending a jolt straight to my gut.

'You're sweeter than Steve said,' she teased, unpacking a few toiletries on the dresser. 'Most guys would complain about a girl taking over their bathroom.' I chuckled, leaning against the doorframe.