"What do you mean by that, Rocky?!" Shelby snapped playfully at him, and Rocky jerked out of reach, sticking his tongue out. It was like the siblings were back in the Wendover mansion. Back in time and the few rare moments when Shelby would let herself go. It was nostalgic for Rocky, but he would never want to go back to that time again.
Inwardly, he sighed in relief. This was not because Shelby was okay talking to him about Ava, but it was because Shelby had temporarily pushed the thought of Aliya back and had lightened up.
Rocky observed that the furrow in her brows had eased up, and Shelby seemed lighter. Like Ava, Roky could predict Shelby's mood through her mannerisms and in as much as Shelby may not show it, her one and only brother knew without a doubt that Aliya had become a thorn in her side.
"Get up, Rocky. You're an adult now, and who you want to be with solely depends on you…."
"Really, sissy!? I knew that you were the best!"
