The bathroom door creaked open with all the subtlety of a bull in a china shop, and Ethan, blissfully ignorant as ever, shuffled in with his towel slung over his shoulder and a half-hearted yawn stretching his jaw. The air was thick with steam, a humid haze that clung to his skin the moment he stepped inside. He barely registered the soft hiss of the shower before a voice—sharp as a whip and twice as cutting—sliced through the fog.
“Ethan, you absolute idiot, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
He froze mid-step, his sneakers squeaking against the damp tile. Through the clouded glass of the shower door, he could just make out the silhouette of his older sister, Lila. Her form was blurred, a tantalizing mystery of curves and angles, but her tone left no room for imagination—she was pissed, and he was in deep.
“Uh, I—I didn’t know you were in here!” he stammered, his face already burning hotter than the steam around him. He fumbled for the door handle behind him, but his hands were as clumsy as his excuse.
“Oh, really? You didn’t hear the shower running? Didn’t see the steam practically choking the hallway? Or are you just that desperate for a peek, little brother?” Lila’s voice dripped with mockery, each word a perfectly aimed dart. The shower didn’t stop, the water cascading in a steady rhythm as if she couldn’t be bothered to pause her routine for his stupidity. “Close the damn door before you let all the heat out. And don’t even think about running—I’m not done with you yet.”
Ethan hesitated, his hand still on the knob, torn between bolting and facing the inevitable. But Lila’s command was ironclad, and he knew better than to test her when she got like this. He nudged the door shut with his elbow, keeping his eyes firmly on the floor, though the temptation to glance up gnawed at him like a persistent itch.
“Eyes down, perv,” she snapped, as if reading his mind. “Honestly, what is wrong with you? Do they not teach basic manners in whatever cave you’ve been living in? Or do you just enjoy barging in on people mid-shower?”
“I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean to—I just needed to grab my—” He gestured vaguely at the counter, where his toothbrush sat innocently next to a pile of her hair products. His voice cracked on the last word, and he winced. Great. Just great. He sounded like a nervous middle-schooler caught sneaking into the girls’ locker room.
Lila let out a short, biting laugh that echoed off the tiled walls. “Oh, your toothbrush? That’s your big emergency? You couldn’t wait five minutes for me to finish? Or, I don’t know, knock like a normal human being?” The shower door slid open just a crack, and Ethan’s heart leapt into his throat as he caught the barest glimpse of her arm reaching for a bottle of shampoo. Her skin glistened under the water, and he immediately jerked his gaze to the ceiling, his pulse hammering.
“I didn’t think—” he started, but she cut him off with a scoff.
“That’s the problem, isn’t it? You never think. You just stumble through life like a clueless puppy, tripping over your own paws and hoping someone else cleans up the mess.” Her tone softened just a fraction, but it was still laced with that dangerous edge that always made him feel like he was two steps behind. “Look at you, standing there all red-faced and twitchy. What, am I that terrifying? Or are you just embarrassed because you got caught?”
“I’m not—I’m not embarrassed!” he protested, though the heat in his cheeks told a different story. He shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest like that could somehow shield him from her verbal onslaught. “And I’m not a perv, okay? It was an accident!”
“An accident,” she repeated, drawing out the word like it was a punchline. “Sure. That’s what they all say. Next thing you know, you’ll be ‘accidentally’ walking in on me changing, or ‘accidentally’ hiding a camera in here. Should I start locking the door with a deadbolt, or are you gonna grow some common sense overnight?”
“Lila, come on,” he groaned, dragging a hand through his messy hair. “I’m not some creepy stalker. I just didn’t expect you to be in here at, like, noon on a Saturday. Don’t you have better things to do than lecture me while you’re naked?”
The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the steady patter of water. Then, slowly, the shower door slid open a little wider—not enough to reveal anything, but enough to make Ethan’s breath hitch. Lila leaned out just far enough for him to see her face, her dark hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, water dripping down her jawline. Her eyes, sharp and unyielding, pinned him in place, and a smirk curled her lips.
“Careful, little brother,” she purred, her voice dropping to a low, teasing drawl. “Keep talking like that, and I might think you’re more curious than you’re letting on. What’s the matter? Can’t handle a little heat, or are you just dying to see what’s behind door number one?”
Ethan’s mouth went dry, and he took an involuntary step back, nearly tripping over the bathmat. “I—I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant—ugh, you’re impossible!”
Her smirk widened into a full-blown grin, all teeth and mischief. “Oh, I know exactly what you meant. And I’m impossible? Sweetie, you’re the one who can’t even string a sentence together without tripping over your own tongue. It’s almost cute how flustered you get. Almost.”
She disappeared back behind the glass, the door clicking shut with a deliberate snap, and Ethan let out a shaky breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His heart was still racing, a chaotic drumbeat in his chest, and he wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment, irritation, or something else entirely. Lila had always been like this—sharp-tongued, commanding, always two steps ahead of him in every way. She knew exactly how to push his buttons, how to make him squirm, and damn if she didn’t enjoy every second of it.
“Are you still standing there like a lost puppy?” her voice called out, muffled slightly by the glass but no less biting. “Go on, grab your stupid toothbrush and get out before I decide to make you scrub the grout with it. Unless, of course, you’ve got something else on your mind?”
“No! I’m going!” he blurted, snatching the toothbrush off the counter so fast he nearly knocked over her conditioner bottle. He turned for the door, but not before her laughter followed him, bright and taunting, cutting through the steam like a blade.
“Don’t forget to knock next time, genius,” she called after him. “Or who knows? Maybe I’ll start leaving the door unlocked just to see how red I can make you.”
Ethan didn’t dignify that with a response. He yanked the door open and stumbled into the hallway, the cool air a sharp contrast to the suffocating heat of the bathroom—and the heat of his own mortification. As he leaned against the wall, trying to steady his breathing, he couldn’t shake the image of her smirk, the way her voice had dipped low and teasing, or the way his own curiosity had flickered, unbidden, in the back of his mind.
Lila was trouble. Always had been. And if this was how their day was starting, he had a sinking feeling things were only going to get more complicated from here.
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