You're sitting cross-legged on the guest bed, hugging a pillow to your chest while Lily lounges against the doorframe with that annoying smirk she always has.

"I'm just saying," Lily sing-songs, "you lasted what, three months? Before you started calling him 'sir' in bed?"

"Shut UP, Lily—"

I hear footsteps in the hallway and freeze. Brian appears in the doorway, and my face immediately goes hot. I don't know how long he's been there. I don't know how much he heard.

"Oh, hey Brian," Lily says, way too casual. "We were just talking about Penny's love life. Or lack thereof now."

She grins at me, clearly enjoying every second of this.