Avery sat down next to her, kicking some clothes under the bed as he went. He really should make more effort to tidy up when his bedroom was being seen by someone else more regularly.
"The sister of a muse is dating your dad and she likes your Instagram," he repeated, a little incredulous. He shook his head and took a drink. "What a time to be alive." Glancing sideways at her, he raised an eyebrow, trying to judge how soon was too soon to try to kiss her.