My Brother's Best Friend

I've loved him my whole life.
He's only ever seen me as a his friend's little baby sister.
Now he's back after 8 years away, and he doesn't recognize me.
The look in his eyes says I'm finally old enough for the ride of my life.
I can't tell him who I am now can I?

I used to scribble his name all over my notebook, surrounded by little hearts. He treated me like his own sister, but I wanted more. I wanted to have his last name and wear his ring on my finger.

Eight years ago, tragedy struck. He had to leave the country, and it was all because of my family.

Now he's back in town. He still has the same sharp green eyes, the same strong jaw, and the same thick mess of chestnut hair.

He's panty-meltingly, toe-curlingly irresistible. And most importantly...

He finally sees me as a woman, and not the girl he left. I see desire in his hungry gaze. I feel it in his dominant touch.

But that's only because he doesn't recognize me. Given our history, he probably wouldn't even come near me if he learns the truth.

The way he undresses me with his eyes under the moonlight I can't break the spell and tell him the truth.

It's okay if I don't tell him, right? It's only for one night. He's made it clear he doesn't do relationships, and I just want him to be the one to take my virginity.

Except one night turns into two, and then three, and then I'm so in over my head that I don't know what to do. I think I'm screwed, but not in the good way.

Nothing is going to be the same when I finally come clean.

Dettagli