she didn’t like seeing him with her and maybe that made her naive and petty - but she didn’t care. her sister didn’t deserve him but yet she had him anyways, and she had to settle for having him in secret. and even though she’d assured him she could control her jealousy, occasionally it seeped out. they were all at her parents house for their mothers birthday party and she couldn’t reach out and touch him like she wanted to and that was driving her a bit crazy. she’d chosen her outfit especially for him, a short black skirt and a red top that showed about an inch of midriff. he sat in one of the chairs while her mother and her sister chatted in the kitchen, esme eyeing him for a brief moment before standing from the couch, making her way over to the counter and leaning over it purposefully to reach for her drink, being sure to lean over enough to teasingly expose herself to him, glancing over her shoulder briefly to watch him realize she didn’t bother wearing anything underneath that skimpy black skirt of hers. / @wndrlcst
















