My Stepbrother, My Enemy {BL}

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He chuckled, low and warm, the sound filling the cramped space with those shelves of cleaning supplies and a faint lemony bleach smell. "Sorry. Couldn’t resist. You looked like you were on a mission, and I needed to borrow you for five minutes."

I shot him a glare, but it was hard to stay angry when he looked at me like that—eyes bright, hair falling into his face, that annoying perfect smirk making my knees feel weak.

"You’re ridiculous," I muttered, but I couldn’t help smiling.

"Ridiculously hot," he corrected, stepping closer until the tips of our shoes brushed. "I guess I missed your little hamster ass."

I rolled my eyes, but my heart did that fluttery thing again. "We’re literally in the same building. You’ll be fine."

He leaned in, voice dropping. "Debatable."

Before I could come up with a witty reply, his lips brushed against mine, soft, quick, teasing like he knew exactly how to short-circuit my brain.

Like he knew just the effect he had on me.

I melted into it for a second, hands finding his chest, before pulling back with a breathless laugh.

But my brain went back to action, thank God...I was helpless without it.

"We’re in a janitor’s closet," I reminded him.