While Astrid was still fiddling with the stone, Elora had already reached the bedroom and walked in.
Inside, Erik sat on the large bed with his arms around the waist of a half-excited, half-nervous Emma on his lap. She knew what was going to happen today, and she had prepared for it.
Meanwhile, Emily stood to the side and glared at Elora the moment she walked inside. Clearly, she wanted to talk about the sleeping arrangements. She naturally also knew what was going to happen between Erik and Emma, and she planned to make herself scarce as soon as she got an answer from Elora.
To Emily, even Erik's old room with the large werewolf-shaped hole in it was more enticing than watching her little sister lose her V-card. There was a limit to her protectiveness after all, and, no matter what else, she did have a modicum of trust in Erik's character by now.
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