Enamoring My Cousin

Enamoring My Cousin

Giss Dominguez

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Ana has been in love with her cousin since they were little. In spite of that, she kept her feelings hidden until they are adults. She is a few years older than him, she knows they are not blood cousins; he does not know the truth. Will she be able to tell him the truth? Will he be able to see her differently than a sister?

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She watched intently, the boy standing only a few feet away. She sighed, she knew he would never give her the attention she had always longed for. For so many years Ana had always been lost: under the infatuation and enchantment of her cousin.

" "Why are you looking at me so much? " "asked her cousin, raising his eyebrows in amusement.

" "I'm not looking at you, I'm just... " "

" " Then what are you looking at? After me there's a wall. So I guess you're not looking at me, then what are you looking at? " "He asked with a sideways smile, "Do I have to worry about you looking at a white wall? " "he said and laughed.

Ana rolled her eyes. She still couldn't understand, how could she feel so much for someone like that? But there she was, like, more than in love and lost for her cousin. Anyway, the two were not blood cousins. Ana was more than aware that she had been adopted when she was only four years old.

Although with the passage of time, that infatuation that had been born when she was only 11 years old had only increased. It had only increased. Ana, at 18 years old, felt quite in love.

Apart from everything is that Leonardo was younger than her.

Leonardo was 14, and she was 18. But the boy was very intelligent for his age.

But she knew it was something completely impossible.

And so it went through the years, Ana had the hope of turning older, so that there would be a possibility between the two of them.

When she turned 22, those doors of hope opened very easily for her.

As soon as she saw her cousin walk through the door, she couldn't help but smile. He himself was 18, and she was 22.

That way, at that age, they paid attention to her. Although in part, it was very difficult not to feel something for him.

Even she didn't understand: how such a strange feeling she had developed for her cousin.

Why did she feel that way about someone, who had basically grown up together? She didn't understand him, to tell the truth it was very confusing for her.

But there she was, feeling quite obfuscated, watching her parents sort of laugh at something while she felt her world being turned upside down.

Briana, as soon as she saw her daughter with a sad look on her face: she didn't hesitate a second longer to approach her. She knew perfectly well that her daughter was in love with her cousin.

Even though they were not blood related.

" "What is it, my child? " " she wanted to know.

" "Nothing... nothing is wrong with me," she commented simply and simply walked away.

Turning her back to her mother and hearing about the situation she was taking prisoner.

As soon as she stepped outside, she ran right into Leonardo. He turned around confused by the impact that had been generated in his body. As he turned around he found his cousin, as always she would look with tousled blonde hair, with a strange countenance.

" "What's the matter with her now ?

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