"What the fuck are you talking? He doesn't get into my bed every night, and I don't sleep with him," Hera yelled at her brother, pacing back and forth in her tiny room, avoiding eye contact. She didn't want him to know how nervous she's feeling inside. "I'm not sleeping with him, and I'll never, ever sleep with him. Period. Get this straight into your thick skull." She concluded, her face flushed pink in anger.
He barked a laugh, a loud one. Hera stopped pacing and clenched her teeth, glaring at him.
'He's laughing at me! Oh, how I wish to smash that beautiful face of his.'
"Oh, my God! Seriously, Hera? You just started with PMS symptoms, and you're already thinking about sleeping with him. Wow! Real progress there, Hera," he said, mocking appreciation meanwhile Hera glared at him with utmost disgust. If only looks could kill.
