"Tell me honestly, Ross. Are you just using me to get back at my sister, Sandra?" Amy asked, her voice calm but laced with an undertone of doubt.
They were lounging on the couch in Amy's house, watching an action movie.
A large bowl of popcorn sat between them, half-empty, and glasses of orange juice rested on the coffee table.
The room was dimly lit, the flickering glow of the television casting shifting shadows across their faces.
It was one of those quiet, easygoing nights where they could talk about anything and everything.
Ross didn't even glance at her. His attention remained fixed on the screen as he replied, "Of course. My reason for wanting you hasn't changed at all. But hey, it's a great bonus that you're beautiful and have an insanely sexy body." He smirked slightly.
"Sooner or later, you'll be mine. Everything I want eventually falls into my hands. It's just a matter of time."
