The room is dim, the sheets tangled around you as Trevor leans over, his lips trailing hot kisses down your neck. His laugh is low when you try to hush him.

“Relax, babe,” he murmurs, voice rough, “your sister’s not gonna hear—”

The door slams open.

Riley stands in the doorway, eyes wide, fury radiating off her. “Are you fucking kidding me Trevor?”

You jerk upright, clutching the sheet to your chest. “Riley—”

“No. Don’t. Don’t you dare. Riley me.” Her voice shakes with rage as her gaze snaps to Trevor. “You?! After everything you did to me, you’re with my sister?!”

Trevor just stretches back against the headboard, shirtless, sweat-slicked, and smirking like he’s enjoying the show. He runs a hand through his messy hair and drawls, “Well… this is awkward.”

“Awkward?!” Riley snaps, her hands balling into fists. “You lied to me, you used me to open that box, you nearly got us all killed, and now you’re screwing my sister?”

You shove the sheet aside, scrambling to your feet. “Riley, it’s not what you think—”

Her glare cuts sharp. “Not what I think? I heard you! I heard every disgusting sound—”

Trevor chuckles low, deliberately slow-clapping. “Damn, Ry. You’ve got an ear for detail.” His grin widens when Riley turns on him, livid. “What? I can’t help it if both sisters find me irresistible.”

“Don’t flatter yourself!” Riley spits, shaking with rage. “You’re toxic. You ruin everything you touch.”

“Yeah?” Trevor tilts his head toward you, eyes gleaming. “She doesn’t seem to think so. Do you, sweetheart?”

You freeze, torn between Riley’s fury and Trevor’s smugness. Your chest aches with guilt but Trevor’s hand slips around your wrist, tugging you closer. He doesn’t even care that Riley’s watching; his grin is wicked, teeth flashing.

“Gotta admit,” he says, voice low and teasing, “I love sisters fighting over me.”

“Go to hell!” Riley screams, slamming the door behind her as she storms out.