My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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My brain totally short-circuited. I swear I could hear the little hamster wheel in my head just screech to a stop and fall right off its axle.

Every alarm bell that should’ve been blaring...Step-siblings! Wrong! Boundaries! Guest room in a stranger’s house! Your mom’s best friend’s place! The dead mom’s best friend’s house!

They all went suspiciously quiet, as if they all decided to take a smoke break at the worst possible time.

Adrien’s thumb brushed against my lower lip, his face just inches from mine in the dim light, his eyes searching for any hint that I wanted to pull back. His voice dropped to the softest whisper, rough around the edges with restraint.

"Tell me to stop, Noah."

And I really should have. I mean, I really, really should have. That would have been the responsible, sane choice...the one that wouldn’t land me in hell.

But then the truth hit me like a rogue pillow to the face: there was no spell or dark magic here. It was just me finally admitting that I didn’t want him to stop. I was tired of running from that rush in my chest every time he looked at me too long.

I was done pretending the butterflies in my stomach were just indigestion. I was over being the coward choosing safe over what I actually wanted.

I wanted him to kiss me. Everywhere. In ways that I’d only imagined while pretending to read my fantasy romance novels.