Aria's POV

The delicate lace, this specific shade of pink, the tiny bow... I'll recognise it anywhere. I've seen it in her laundry basket, joked about it in her closet.

My best friend. My brother.

Ugh! I feel like I'm gonna throw up with the pineapple juice now tasting like bile in my throat. First things first. I can't stand to be in Drew's room for another second.

I run out of Drew's room, and into mine. I tuck the underwear inside the lowest drawer in my bedside table, shoving it under ...