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“I can’t,” she whispered, the words barely audible over the rain.

“Now,” she said, pulling him back down to her, “we stop pretending.”

She should. Every rational part of her brain screamed it. But rationality had left the building the moment he’d knelt before her like she was something sacred. SexMex 24 10 11 Nicole Zurich Step-Siblings Mee...

“You’re staring,” Nicole said, not looking up from her book.

“Can’t tell me to stop?” he asked, his forehead now resting against hers. “I can’t,” she whispered, the words barely audible

She looked past him, at the rain, at the empty house, at the closed door of the room where they’d first been told to “try and get along.” Then she looked back at him, at the boy who had become her secret gravity.

“So,” he said, thumb tracing her cheekbone. “What do we do now?” But rationality had left the building the moment

Tonight, the air was thick with it.

“So why are you closer than you were ten seconds ago?”

“The worst,” he agreed, his voice a low rasp. “Our parents are in love. We share a last name on legal documents. If this blows up, it blows up everything .”

He smiled then—not the cocky, public smile, but the real, vulnerable one she’d only seen twice before. “Because for three years, I’ve watched you paint in the garage with your tongue poking out when you’re concentrating. I’ve memorized the way you say ‘good morning’ when you’re still half-asleep and your voice cracks. I’ve fought the urge to pull you into my room every single night you’ve walked past my door to get a glass of water.”