My Brother's Girlfriend [LingOrm]

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Ling's pov

I was suddenly woken up by the sharp ring of my phone, the sound tearing through the comfortable haze of sleep. I groaned and fumbled for it on the nightstand, my fingers clumsily swiping across the screen until I managed to answer.

"What?" I grumbled, my voice still thick with sleep.

"Ling, where are you?!" Win's voice was frantic on the other end, which only added to my irritation. His tone was so intense that it felt like he had yanked me out of a pleasant dream and thrown me into a nightmare.

"I'm at a friend's house. What's the matter?" I asked, trying to stifle the yawn that was threatening to escape. I could barely keep my eyes open as I blinked against the morning light filtering through the curtains.

"Which friend?" His tone was suspicious, almost accusatory. It was like he was searching for something, digging for some hidden truth he was sure I was keeping from him.

"Win, can you just let me be?" I replied, my patience wearing thin. I wasn't in the mood to deal with his insecurities right now. The way he always questioned me, the constant need for reassurance—it was exhausting. And frankly, it was starting to wear on my nerves.

"Okay, sorry," he mumbled, his voice deflating. I didn't respond, just hung up and tossed my phone back onto the nightstand with a little more force than necessary. It wasn't like I didn't care about him, but these moments—these endless, draining moments—made me question everything.

Before I could even sink back into the comfort of sleep, Orm tightened her grip around my waist, pulling me closer. I could feel her breath against my neck as she whispered, "You chose me?"

There was a childlike excitement in her voice, a mix of disbelief and joy that tugged at my heartstrings. I turned slightly to meet her gaze, her eyes wide and hopeful. In the morning light, her face was soft, vulnerable in a way I rarely saw.

"I did," I said softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. My fingers lingered on her cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath my touch. The reality of what I had done was starting to sink in, and it scared me. But it also felt right, in a way I couldn't quite explain.

Orm's eyes sparkled with a kind of joy that made my chest tighten. She leaned into my touch, her lips curling into a small, contented smile. "I'm so happy," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly as if she couldn't quite believe it herself.

"Now, let's get something to eat. I'm starving," I said, trying to lighten the mood. The weight of the moment was starting to feel too heavy, and I needed to break the tension before it overwhelmed me.

As I tried to move, Orm stubbornly clung to me, hugging me from behind like a child refusing to let go of their favorite toy. "Do you love me now?" she asked, her voice full of curiosity, almost as if she was scared of the answer.

"Orm," I said, trying to wriggle out of her grasp, "let's eat."

She let out a small huff but didn't push any further. "You don't have to answer me," she murmured. "Just kiss me if you do."

Her words hung in the air between us, a challenge wrapped in a plea. My heart raced as I leaned in to kiss her, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke more than words ever could. When I pulled back, her eyes were closed, a contented sigh escaping her lips.

We made our way to the kitchen in a comfortable silence, the tension from earlier dissolving into the mundane task of preparing breakfast. We moved around each other with an ease that felt natural, like we'd done this a thousand times before. Orm chopped vegetables while I handled the stove, and soon enough, the kitchen was filled with the comforting smells of a home-cooked meal.