(Third Person POV)
After the siblings made love, they fell asleep in each other's arms. It was the most peaceful, blissful sleep Sharon had ever experienced.
But in the middle of the night, she quietly slipped out of bed, sneaking back to her own room to avoid her mother discovering she'd spent the night in Asher's.
Morning came far too quickly.
Sunlight pierced through her curtains like a personal attack, and Sharon groaned, burying her face in the pillow. Her hair was a chaotic mess, her limbs tangled in the sheets, and her entire body ached—in both the best and worst ways. All she wanted was five more minutes of sleep.
Then, her bedroom door creaked open.
"Sharon," her mother's voice rang out, sickeningly sweet in that terrifying way only mothers had perfected. "You're going to be late for school."
Sharon shot upright, blinking like a startled deer. "What?? Crap—I must've... I mean... I stayed up late. Training. Studying. With Asher!"
