The position was so intimate that it left Zoe gaping down at them, even though she knew she shouldn't be looking or invading their privacy. But who could blame her? She knew every side of her brother, yet she had never thought he was capable of holding someone this gently while sleeping, as she had never witnessed such tenderness from him before.
And the most surprising thing was the fact that her brother, whom she had never seen asleep, was actually sleeping. When was the last time she had found him like this? Had she ever seen him sleep at all? Did he even sleep in his life? He was like a ghost who worked himself into looking the part of one, as though rest was something meant for the living, not for him.
Right next to the bed, scattered across the floor, were male clothes. There was a coat tossed to one side, a shirt lying crumpled nearby, and then his shoes placed carelessly apart, and it made her gasp at what this clearly indicated. Did they… have sex?!
