That my soul doesn’t ache for him to rip me away and punish me for daring to let his brother touch me. I tell myself over and over again that the electricity between us is something I’ve made up. But more importantly, he’s Tyler’s brother. He’s twenty-one now and I’m only seventeen.

I don’t belong to Daniel, no matter how much that idea haunts my dreams. It’s like I’ve been caught cheating, which makes no sense at all. It creeps up on me whenever I hear Daniel’s rough voice whenever I catch him watching Tyler and me. It’s like I’ve disappointed him simply by being here. He makes me hot and cold at the same time. His eyes pierce through me with a sharpness that makes me afraid to move. I may be seated on my boyfriend’s lap, but the way Daniel looks at me makes me feel like I’m alone. The cool air passes between the two of us as Tyler leans back and smiles broadly at his brother. It’s not an open-mouth kiss, but still it leaves a trace on my skin and sends a warmth through my body. Tyler plants a small kiss on my shoulder. I’m still laughing when his bedroom door creaks open. My friend’s grandmother told me once to fall in love with someone who loves you back just a little more.Įven as my shoulders shake with a small laugh and he leans forward to nip my neck, I know that I’ll never really love Tyler the way he loves me. How can I leave when he says things like that? I believe him with everything in me. He knows some dirty ones too.Ī year later and he still makes me laugh. Something about never discussing infinity with a mathematician because you’ll never hear the end of it.

We were in calculus, and he made some stupid joke about angles.

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