Page 85 of Baby Surprise for my Brother's Best Friend

God, why does he get under my skin like this?

The door creaks open.

I freeze. “What are you doing?”

Alessio steps inside, already tugging his shirt over his head, his eyes fixed on me through the haze. “Joining you.”

“Seriously?”

“I’m done pretending like we didn’t just have that fight.” He pushes his jeans down. “I’d rather be honest. Wouldn’t you?”

Before I can respond, the glass door opens, and he steps into the shower behind me.

His hands slide gently around my waist, fingers splayed, grounding me. His chest presses to my back. Warm. Steady. Too much.

“I don’t need saving.”

“I know.” He brushes wet strands of hair off my shoulder. “But I need you to know, I wasn’t trying to take your power. I just… lost mine when I saw that guy touch you.”

I turn slowly, facing him. “You can’t keep going caveman every time someone looks at me.”

“I know,” he says again. Softer. “I just… Fuck, Sophie. I’ve never cared like this before. It makes me stupid.”

I search his face, waiting for the smirk, the line, the cover-up. But there’s nothing there except him. Honest. Bare.

My chest tightens.

“Don’t do that again,” I say, voice shaking. “Don’t make me feel like I’m less because I needed help for a second.”

His expression crumbles just a little. “Never. I swear.”

And then he kisses me, slow, aching, reverent. Like an apology. Like a promise.

Steam curls around us, but the heat is already rising between our bodies.

He kisses me like the fight never happened, like it mattered, but this matters more.

The hot water beads between us, slick and scalding.

My back presses against the tile as his mouth trails from mine to my jaw, to the hollow beneath my ear.

I arch into him, breath catching when his hands roam down my sides with aching reverence.

Then I drop to my knees.

His eyes flare, body going rigid as I wrap my hands around his already-hard length.

I look up, letting the steam fog his expression as I drag my tongue along the underside of him. Slowly. Torturously.

He hisses, his hand bracing the wall above me.

“Soph…fuck…”

I don’t stop.

I want to unravel him.

I take him deeper, using my mouth like a prayer and my hands like I’ve memorized every inch of him. Because I have.

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