Ethan's gaze drifted down Emily's slender body, settling on her long legs clad in black stockings.
Slender, elongated, youthful—her toes peeking through the fabric, a stark contrast to the mature allure of an aunt.
She's really pretty, just a bit off her rocker.
"Not interested."
He turned his head away,he wasn't exactly a saint.
If there was a chance to mingle with the stunning school beauty, he wouldn't mind engaging a bit.
But Emily was just in it for the laughs, never really letting anyone get close.
"Ah, that's not fair!" Emily pouted, leaning closer and sprawling on the hospital bed, barely three inches from him, and exclaimed loudly:
"I'm wearing the same brand of stockings as Aunt Scarlett today, the exact ones Blair wore that night. They feel great and work wonders, you know."
"Holy crap!" Ethan jumped.
