I paced away from him while I gathered myself and worked up the energy to become Elliot. These scenes were more and more intense every time we jumped into them. They crossed lines whether we called it acting or not, and Asher felt it too.

But it was my doing. I was the one who’d gotten us involved in this, so I’d suck it up and make out with my brother. No big deal. It was for a job.

A small, unmentionable part of my brain didn’t hate it as much as I probably should. But I refused to focus on that recent realization lest I start questioning my morals.

I faced Asher. He’d remained in place while I was closer to the bathroom. “Ready?”

He held my gaze with intensity. “Action.”

I strutted forward. “Hey, Ender, what are you up to?”

“Laundry. Boring laundry.”

“Damn, I haven’t done laundry in over a week. You should have told me. I’d have brought mine over, and we could have done it together.” Wow, this was exactly like the cheesy porn video we’d watched. I almost snorted.

Asher quirked a smile, a dimple on his cheek making an appearance. “There’s room in this load for a few more items if you want.”

I laughed and thumbed over my shoulder. “Yeah, but I left my dirty clothes at home.”

Asher stalked over, trapping me against the TV stand. He snagged the bottom of my shirt and inched it higher with a facetious grin plastered to his face. “What about this shirt? This shirt is dirty, isn’t it?”

I licked my lips, stifling a grin. “Well, it could do with a wash.”

“Yeah?” He shifted it higher, trailing his knuckles along my sides as he drew it up and over my head. Then he tossed it aside—into our fake washer, I assumed.

I feigned shy, covering myself with my arms.

“Don’t hide from me.”

Asher peeled my arms away and smoothed a palm over my exposed skin. He took his time, running the tips of his fingers across my ribs, over my abdomen, and up higher, tickling my bare chest.

“You’re gorgeous. Never hide from me. I like seeing all this.”

“You think this is gorgeous? I’ll show you gorgeous.” I tugged Asher’s shirt up and off, exposing his firm body.

He surprised me and snagged my waist, hoisting me up and setting me down with ease on top of the TV stand—just like the guy had done in the video.

So I played my part and hooked my legs around his waist, drawing him closer. His face turned serious as he feathered fingers over my skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps behind. He paused when he neared my nipple, and I was sure he’d learned his lesson the other day and knew that was an erogenous zone he shouldn’t mess with, but I was wrong.