It Ends with Us by Colleen Hoover (z-lib.org).epub

She nods. “People for that, too.”
“What about birthday gifts? Like for family members?”
She grins. “Yep. People. Everyone in my family receives a gift and a card
for every occasion and I never have to lift a finger.”
I shake my head. “Wow. How long have you been this rich?”
“Three years,” she says. “Marshall sold a few apps he developed to Apple
for a lot of money. Every six months, he creates updates and sells those,
too.”
The coffee transitions into a slow drip, so I grab a mug and fill it up.
“You want anything in yours?” I ask. “Or do you have people for that?”
She laughs. “Yes. I have you, and I’d like sugar, please.”
I stir some sugar into her cup and walk it over to her, then pour myself
a cup. It grows quiet for a while as I mix in creamer, waiting for her to say
something about me and Ryle. The conversation is inevitable.
“Can we just get the awkwardness out of the way?” she says.
I sigh, relieved. “Please. I hate this.” I face her and take a sip of my
coffee. She sets hers down beside her and then grips the countertop.
“How did that even happen?”
I shake my head, trying my best not to smile like I’m love-struck. I don’t
want her to think I’m weak, or a fool for giving in to him. “We met before
I knew you.”
She tilts her head. “Wait,” she says. “Before we got to know each other
better or before we knew each other at all?”
“At all,” I say. “We had a moment one night, about six months before I
met you.”
“A moment?” she says. “As in . . . a one-night stand?”
“No,” I say. “No, we never even kissed until last night. I don’t know, I
can’t explain it. We just had this sort of flirtation thing going on for a
really long time and it finally came to a head last night. That’s all.”
She picks up her coffee again and takes a slow drink from it. She stares
down at the floor for a while and I can’t help but notice she looks a little
sad.
“Allysa? You’re not mad at me, are you?”
She immediately shakes her head. “No, Lily. I just . . .” She sets down
her coffee cup again. “I just know my brother. And I love him. I really do.
But . . .”
“But what?”