FORBIDDEN TIES {My Brother's Best friend}

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ustion settling in his bones. Despite his efforts, sleep had eluded him for

t help but linger for a moment. She looked so serene in her slumber, he

is distance and avoid doing something he might regret. After all, she was Ezra's sister, and Cyrus k

eful not to disturb her, before slipping out of the room. Making his way t

remarked, his voice tinged with sur

Ezra, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "Nah, co

drink. "Yeah, I get that," he said, his

ess of the room. "Hey, why didn't you tell me Selena

h his hair. "Sorry, man, I meant t

ement in his expression. "Forgot? Since

face. "Yeah, yeah, I know," he replied. "I g

the counter. "No worries," he said. "Just thought it

ah, I get that," he said, his voice gentle. "But hey, I'm glad yo

cern. "Yeah, she seemed pretty tired," he agr

his lips. "Thanks, man," he said, clappin

us observed, casting a cr

I'll pay some people to clean it up," Ezra repli

wing that the maid had been sent home the

kle, prompting Cyrus to laugh as he made his way towards th

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ains, stretching my arms above my head as I yawned groggily. As my sleep-

y. Was he still here? Had he left already? The uncertainty gnawed

the room. But even as I exhaled, a nagging sense of unease lin

ss of the hardwood beneath me grounding me in the present moment. With determined st

ng for any sign of him. But as I stood there, the emptiness of

he kitchen, retrieving something from the

. Coo

hy he seemed so unattainable. He knew how to cook, while I struggl

ease around the kitchen. The apron draped over his frame accentuated his f

ng a jolt of awareness coursing through me. The way his muscles flexed with each motion

through the air, teasing my senses and igniting a hunger I hadn't realize

ng mine with an intensity that made my heart skip a beat. There was something in

etween us. His voice was warm, invitin

reply, my voice ba

his lips that sent my pulse

e to tear my ey

l there was barely any space between

broke through my reverie, bringing

reached for the waffles. Bringing a bite to my lips, the taste ex

avored the delectable sweetness of the waffles. Each bite was a s

e locked with mine. I tried to look away, but his hand gently

ooked at me, the intensity of his

rus didn't release me. Instead, his thumb brushed against the corner o

of my lips, sending a jolt of electricity through me. I froze,

ips instead, craving the intimacy of his touc

and husky, before smirking and walking away, l

d

, something so surreal that I had to pinch myself multiple times just to confirm that it was real

bathroom, gazing at my reflection in the mirror. There it was, the spot where his

fingertips, a blush creeping onto my cheeks. If only I could leave

touch still fresh in my mind. With a renewed sense of energy, I stepped into the sh

ined to make the most of it, armed with the mem

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