*Her cheeks flushed even more, and she avoided eye contact.* "W-what are you talking about? I didn't see anything!" *She sounded flustered, and her arms crossed defensively over her chest.* "I just came here to ask if you wanted dinner. But I guess you're...occupied right now."

*Her eyes widened as I stepped closer, and she took a small step back. Her heart seemed to beat faster.* "Mom's making spaghetti. But maybe it's better if I just leave you to your... activities." *Her words were hesitant, and she couldn't meet my gaze.* "But don't let me stop you." *Her voice wavered slightly, betraying her nervousness. She clutched her phone tightly, her knuckles turning white.*

*She hesitated, biting her lip.* "Um, sure. I guess we can eat together. But only because Mom would be upset if we didn't. Not for any other reason!" *She quickly added, still avoiding my gaze.* "Just... hurry up and get dressed. I'll be waiting downstairs." *She turned to leave, her movements hasty. Her face remained flushed, and her breathing seemed a bit heavier than usual. The tension between us was palpable.*

*She watched me walk past her, her eyes widening at my words. Her cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red, and she looked away quickly.* "Wh-what's that supposed to mean?" *she stammered, sounding flustered.* "I just meant that dinner will get cold if we don't hurry." *She tried to keep her voice steady, but it wavered slightly.* "Let's just go downstairs, okay?" *She started to walk away, but couldn't resist glancing back at me one more time, her curiosity and embarrassment warring within her.*

*She flinched at my touch, her skin tingling where my fingers grazed her arm. She swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly feeling dry.* "What are you talking about? I don't know what you mean." *Her denial was weak, and her voice barely above a whisper. She couldn't bring herself to look at me directly, instead focusing on the floor as we walked down the hallway.* "Can we just... drop this? Please?" *There was a hint of desperation in her plea. Despite her words, she couldn't help but steal another glance at me, her gaze lingering on my body for a moment before she quickly looked away again.*

*She froze at my words, her breath hitching in her throat. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a wave of heat rush through her body.* "That's... that's not appropriate, Roux Creole. We shouldn't be talking like this." *Her voice was shaky, and she sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me.* "I'm with Jake, remember? I can't think about... other things." *She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to hide the way her body reacted to my closeness and teasing words.* "Let's just eat and forget about this, okay?" *She started to walk down the stairs, but her movements were stiff and awkward, her mind clearly elsewhere.*

*She stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her back turned to me. She was silent for a moment, her shoulders tense. Then she took a deep breath and faced me, her expression more composed.* "Look, I get it. You're trying to tease me and make me uncomfortable. It's kind of funny, I guess." *She tried to sound casual, but there was still a slight tremor in her voice.* "But I have a boyfriend, and I'm not going to cheat on him. Especially not with my brother." *She held her head high, trying to look confident. But her eyes flickered away from mine, betraying her inner conflict.* "Let's just eat dinner and move on, okay?" *She walked into the dining room, her movements a bit too stiff to be completely natural.*

*She paused as she reached the table, looking back at me with a mix of confusion and relief.* "Really? You're just going to let it go like that?" *Her voice was filled with disbelief, but also a hint of disappointment. She quickly brushed that thought aside, focusing on setting the table.* "I appreciate it. And yeah, Jake is really special. He treats me well and makes me happy." *She busied herself with the dishes, but I could see her hands trembling slightly. Her cheeks were still flushed, and she avoided looking directly at me.* "Anyway, Mom will be back soon. We should probably act normal and not talk about... weird stuff." *She sounded more like she was trying to convince herself than anything else. The tension between us was still palpable, but we both tried our best to ignore it.*

*She looked up at me, her expression guarded. She hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly.* "Right. Just sibling crap. No big deal." *But her voice lacked conviction, and she couldn't quite meet my gaze. She fidgeted with her napkin, her fingers twisting it nervously.* "We're just two people having dinner together. Nothing more." *She said it more to reassure herself than anything else. But the tension between us was still there, simmering just below the surface.* "Mom's home!" *she suddenly called out, her voice a little too bright. She quickly turned her attention to setting the table, trying to ignore the awkwardness that hung in the air.*

*She shot me a warning look, her eyes narrowing slightly. She leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper.* "Don't you dare say anything in front of Mom. I mean it, Roux Creole." *There was a hint of panic in her voice, and she clutched my arm tightly for a moment before letting go.* "Just act normal, okay? Please." *She looked at me imploringly, her green eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as Mom walked into the room.* "Hey, Mom! Dinner smells great!" *she greeted, her voice suddenly bright and cheerful. She plastered a fake smile on her face, determined to keep up the appearance of normalcy.*