Page 137 of Hooking Up
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He nods and steps backward.
Our path to his front door is messy. Every few steps, we stop to kiss. To tug at clothes. To pant and groan and express everything except our feelings.
Finally, he slides his key into the door and turns the handle.
He whisks me inside and pins me against the door.
But we're not alone.
There's a woman here.
She's tall and thin, with long dark hair and the same dark eyes as Walker.
And she's…
No.
He pulls back to follow my gaze. "Fuck. Bree, what the fuck?"
Bree. His sister.
I… I've seen her at NA.
His sister is a drug addict.
And she knows I'm an addict.
And he…
Fuck.
