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“Don’t.” I cupped her face with both hands. “Let me speak. I know it’s not right. I know I shouldn’t love you like this. I’m your brother. But I can’t help it. You’re naïve. If you weren’t, you would’ve already noticed. I’ve been watching you, giving you all my attention. I’ve loved you ever since we were kids. God, Wavel, I want to be with you.”

I leaned in to kiss her, but she moved her head. “Sly, we can’t be together. We’re siblings. But I love you too. Because you’re my brother.” She spoke softly, as if she was talking to a child.

“That shouldn’t matter,” I told her, trying to put my lips on hers.

“But it does matter, Sly.”

She tried to push me away by pressing her hands against my chest, but I was stronger, and I held her to me. I turned around, pressing her against the desk. My hands were back on her face, and once she got tired, she stopped fighting me.

I looked into her eyes, taking in the purest color blue I had ever seen. I wanted to swim in those eyes. Fuck…I never wanted to look away.

“Let me try something,” I whispered, brushing my thumb across her bottom lip.

She said my name again, trying to stop me, but I didn’t listen. I held her there and leaned in, grazing her lips with mine before taking her mouth completely. I moved my lips slowly, afraid to scare her away. But she didn’t move. She let me kiss her, and I used my tongue to taste her.

I slid the tip across the seam of her lips, and she opened her mouth enough for me to slip my tongue inside her mouth.

She tasted like pure heaven. Just how I imagined.

I became lightheaded as the kiss deepened, then felt empty when she pulled away.

I rested my forehead against hers and closed my eyes. “If you kiss him and it doesn’t make you feel this good, he’s not the one for you.”

She didn’t respond. We stood there in silence. I needed to get away from her before I went too far.

I stepped away and took a deep breath before taking one last look at her and leaving her bedroom.

Chapter 33

CAIA

The day had finally come. Wavel was leaving, and I watched her all day as she rushed around the house, trying to find everything she wanted to take with her to Vancouver.

It was almost comical to see my mother follow Wavel around like a little puppy, telling her how excited she was for her, but sounding as worried as ever.

It would be hell sitting around with Mom whining about how much she misses Wavel. I was not mentally prepared for that. But at least it would be entertaining.

Dad was saying repeatedly how proud he was that at least one of his daughters was brave enough to explore the world, but had I been the one wanting to go meet up with a stranger from the internet, they would’ve said no.

Again, I could do nothing right in this family.

Wavel was wearing the Ralph Lauren sweater with the teddy bear on it, with a black skirt and tights underneath. The white sneakers she was wearing and the high ponytail with a ribbon completed her schoolgirl look.

It was fascinating to see how much a girl would change for a boy. If Wavel had her own mind, she would’ve gone to Vancouver wearing comfortable jeans, a cute top, and her favorite baby blue jacket.

But who was I to judge her? I tried like hell to get Sly’s attention by changing everything about me and who I was.

Before Wavel left, Mom insisted on having one last lunch together. The taxi would pick her up at four, and so we gathered around the dining table at twelve-thirty to enjoy what was probably my favorite meal in my entire life.

Wavel was going to come back, but I couldn’t hold in my excitement to finally have her gone for a few days.

“Turkey, yum!” I said, sounding way too cheerful.

“I’ve made a honey glaze, just the way you like it, Wavel. And the little sweet potato cubes are seasoned with paprika.”

Just the way you like it, Wavel.

Mom just always had to take the joy out of everything for me.

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