It felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over me. I snapped back to reality instantly, my mind clearing.
Ashley was wearing her sister's pajamas. Her face flushed as she looked at me shyly, calling out seductively, "Eric..."
A chill ran down my spine.
"Am I a monster? What the hell am I doing!"
I slapped myself hard twice, the pain grounding me, reminding me this was all real.
I awkwardly stood up, but a slender hand grabbed my arm while the other caressed my chest.
"Ashley, do you know what you're doing?" I demanded sharply.
She smiled shyly, her hand sliding down my chest as she gazed at me affectionately.
"Eric, I like you. You like me too, don't you?"
I angrily shoved her onto the bed. She curled up, looking pitiful as she asked, "You... don't like me?"
Jane had just died, yet her sister didn't show a trace of sorrow. She was in a hurry to get into her brother-in-law's room...
"Take off your sister's clothes!"
I was furious about Jane's infidelity, but that didn't mean I'd stoop to the same level to get back at her.
Ashley hesitated for a moment, then seemed to understand.
She pulled down one of the straps, revealing her pale shoulder, seductively teasing, "Eric, you know how to play.