Me Before You: My Ex's Brother Should Know What I Taste

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s hand gripped her waist while the other cupped her flushed face. His dark eyes locked ont

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d my soft lips entirely, his restrained desire unleashed that night. I thought I might be crazy, or maybe not;

ght gray carpet, and soft moonlight-white ambient lighting. Wet clot

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m was tightly wrapped around my waist, like he w

nt's brother, who was also my ex-boyfriend

rm, inching toward the edge o

hew's deep voice suddenly bro

py but clear, like he'd been

my face turned bright red, memories

lurted, "Matthew, tha

oked at me

knowing how to face him, her voice got quieter and qui

ew said lazily,

w did he know? I, feeli

side of the bed, avo

won't have mess with you. But to avoid awkwardness, let's

student's brot

led my back into his arms, gripping

ual consent, but after, i

s wide and frightene

cher, you shouldn't b

ing. I clutched the blanket to my chest,

he one who said he was useful. Now he wa

tly biting my ear. "Di

"!!

noble and reserved sa

I'm useful, Isla, you

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le. You wouldn't leave

.

as Matthew, the heir to the Log

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n's

my own, but now I couldn't even bring myself to knock. I hadn't seen Isla return, and a sinking feeling started gnawing at

th me. No, she loved me too much-I could still

leapt. There were only two uni

surging through me as I ran

distant, her lips pressed

dangerous out there-why didn't you come home?" My voice wa

nmoved, as if my words

to break up. It wa

hand, desperate to

voice firm. "We're done

e that woman again. I'll break all ties

erstand when suddenly, I noticed her c

reeping in. "Where were you last night? Why are your cloth

dress she wore, the faint marks

iness," she said, her

rks meant. I'd left simi

er bubbling up. "Who we

voice was icy. "We've broken u

bolder. I always thought she was conservative, sure we'd get married someday. I never pushed her, confid

ping into bed with anot

if something that wa

ought you'd be th

"In your mind, I must be pretty stupid, huh? Just waiting aroun

deep, because i

end myself. "I

nd her parents appeared, clea

here?" Her father, Rowan, asked,

d, stepping into the

mother, Mila, waved me in, her voice warm a

epping into the living room,

storm brewing. "Did you and Aiden go ou

a had been wit

words, guilt and drea

wan, Isla

teady, cutting through my atte

went de

ce was laced with shoc

ed. "Explain yourself. W

ractically married. The thought o

ration clear in my voice. "Uncle, Auntie, don'

ile on her face. "Oh, you two are ju