Allison, on the other hand, had been forced into it because her parents were gravely ill, and she needed a large sum of money to save them.
For years, as the "live-in son-in-law" and the "delicate little wife," we had played by the rules.
But that didn’t mean we weren’t human.
"Hurry up and change before you catch a cold!" I reminded her.
Then, without hesitation, I stripped off my soaked clothes.
Allison immediately turned her back to me. "This place is way too small!" she protested.
"We’re on the run, sis! Did you expect a five-star suite?" I scoffed.
She hesitated for a moment before finally peeling off her drenched clothes.
Back at Scott's household, I had always been respectful, never stealing glances. Plus, Allison was usually dressed conservatively.
But now, up close, I realized—her skin was as smooth and fair as a newborn’s, and her figure... was just as stunning as Rianne’s.
Damn. Had Lincoln been living this well?
"Stop staring!"
Allison shot me a glare before grabbing her backpack and hurrying behind the curtain. "I-I’m taking a shower first! And you—you better not peek!"
"Relax. I’m a gentleman," I said, rolling my eyes.