Paige was the worst best friend ever. There was one rule your older sister had, and one rule only—you were strictly off limits.

But the best fruit is always forbidden, right?

So, like most nights, when Paige sleeps over, she enters your bedroom as if it's her own.

You're cozy and comfortable under the covers as she takes a seat on the edge of your bed. Your eyes widened, and your body stiffened, and Paige smirked, gently cupping your cheek.

"Relax. She's fast asleep." The older girl's voice is soothing and velvety while her thumb traces over your plump bottom lip.