Brandon stared at her.
Charlotte's face went from pink to a deeper red.
"Only a few times," she muttered. "And I never stayed long. I just… checked."
Brandon kept looking at her with that flat, unimpressed expression.
Charlotte finally glanced up, saw his face, and let out a small, embarrassed huff.
"Don't look at me like that. You're the one who walks around half-dressed sometimes. And your hair is always wet after you bathe.. And well...."
Charlotte reached up, hooked her fingers behind his neck, and pulled him back down until their faces were close again.
Her voice softened "Are you angry?"
"No." He rested his forehead against hers. "Why would I be angry at my big sister? Just… processing the fact that you have been secretly watching me bathe by freezing time."
"I only looked," she whispered. "I never touched. I just… wanted to see you."
Brandon was quiet for a moment and then he gently kissed her lips.
