She hurried to the bathroom and closed the door.
I exhaled and leaned back against the counter again. Esme reopened the pizza box immediately.
She smirked at me from across the table.
"Why not join her, Evan?"
I arched an eyebrow. "Nah. I don't wanna get yelled at."
Esme shrugged. "She uses your photos to masturbate, you know. Just saying."
"S-she does not. Come on."
But I knew.
A couple months ago, I'd caught Cora in my room watching a video of me on my laptop. The memory still lingered awkwardly in my brain.
Did it creep me out? Yeah. Absolutely.
Did some selfish part of me feel weirdly flattered?
Well…
Also yes.
I shook the thought off and went to the sink to wash my hands.
Then I walked down the hallway and knocked on the bathroom door anyway. I guess the curiosity got the better of me, huh?
Behind me, I heard Esme snicker quietly as she grabbed another slice. I glanced back at her.
"You cheeky, cheeky girl," I muttered.
"Ouch, Evan."
