He moves in front of me, shaking his head. His eyes hold mine. His fingers brush my jaw.
“Sometimes I wish you could speak,” I chuckle softly. “I am dying to know what your voice sounds like.”
He raises a brow, a smirk spreading across his lips as he steps closer. His hand brushes my back, guiding me in until we’re almost touching.
“What...” I gasp as he pulls me closer. “What are you doing?”
He grabs my head, his palm cupping my cheek, and leans down. His lips brush mine once, barely there. Then his mouth presses fully to mine. His tongue slips slowly inside, twistingwith mine. My hands hover at my sides. My mind screams at me to push him away.
I don’t.
I close my eyes.
His hand tightens, pulling my face closer as he consumes my every breath, every small sound. I can barely think.
No.
This is wrong.
My first kiss.
And I don't stop him.
It feels good. Too good.
Panic slams into me.
I shove him away hard, like I’m afraid I won’t if I hesitate. He steps back, staring at me, confused.
“No,” I gasp, struggling to breathe. “You can’t... Judas, this is wrong.”
Little sister,he signs.
I shake my head violently.
“Don’t... Don’t do that.”
I push him again. He steps back again.
“You can’t kiss me like that. You can’t make me feel like that.”
Brother.I sign again.Brother.
My hands are shaking now.
He rolls his eyes, pulls his phone from his pocket, types quickly, and shoves the screen in front of my face.
You kissed back, little sister.
The words land because he’s right.
“Stop,” I gasp. “Fuck!” I shout. “Just... Stop. Promise me you won’t do this again. I can’t… I can’t handle it.”
He hesitates. Then he types.
I promise I will never kiss you again.
Something in my chest cracks.
