Lark sat on the sofa in Max’s living room and curled her feet under her. Max poured her a glass of red wine and then draped a throw blanket over her feet. He sat next to her on the sofa and kicked his feet up on the table in front of them, completely comfortable in his underwear in her presence. She kept her eyes firmly on his shoulders and up each time she looked at him but mostly she was focusing on the pretty view of the city outside the wide windows.
Lark took a sip of the wine and looked at Max, “do you think Johan and Ollie are having s*x? Really?”
“I don’t want to think about it,” he shook his head. “I know lately Johan’s been through the wringer in terms of his dating, but this seems a new low.”
“Your sister isn’t a low,” Lark frowned at him. “She’s incredible. She’s beautiful,
