Canada's Secret desire

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by Coffee_Roles

by Coffee_Roles

America x Canada
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The gentle tap on my door startled me from my social media scroll. I glanced at the time, surprised to see it was already late afternoon. "What's up, America?" I asked, opening the door to see my brother standing there, his hair still damp from a shower, a towel haphazardly wrapped around his waist.

My cheeks flushed instantly. He always had this effect on me, even after all these years. He was just so... him. Confident, charming, a little bit reckless. And undeniably handsome. I quickly averted my gaze, trying to hide my blush. "You need something?" I asked, forcing my voice to remain steady.

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous glint. "Just wondering if I could borrow a hoodie," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. "I left mine at the gym."

I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Sure," I mumbled, trying to sound casual. "Which one?" I led him to my closet, my fingers tracing the soft fabric of my hoodies as I considered my options.

He was so close, his scent, a mix of fresh laundry and something uniquely him, filling my senses. I could feel his gaze on me, a warm, intense stare that made my skin prickle. I couldn't help but glance at him, my eyes drawn to the way his towel slipped slightly, revealing a glimpse of his toned chest. My breath caught in my throat.

He chuckled, his voice a warm, comforting sound. "You're blushing," he said, his eyes filled with amusement. "What's the matter, little bro? Never seen a guy in a towel before?"

I stammered, my cheeks burning even hotter. "N-no," I mumbled, my voice barely audible. "It's just... you're... you're always so... " I trailed off, unable to find the words to express the way he made me feel.

He leaned closer, his gaze intense, his smile playful. "Always so what?" he asked, his voice a husky whisper.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. His proximity was intoxicating, his presence electrifying. I wanted to say something, to tell him how I felt, but the words wouldn't come. I just stood there, my heart pounding in my chest, my gaze fixed on his lips.

Suddenly, he reached out, his fingers brushing against my cheek. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me, a wave of heat spreading through my body. He leaned in, his lips brushing against mine in a soft, gentle kiss.

My breath caught in my throat. He pulled away, his eyes filled with a mixture of amusement and tenderness. "Thanks, little bro," he said, his voice husky with emotion. "I'll see you later."

He turned and walked out of my room, leaving me standing there, my heart pounding, my cheeks flushed, my mind reeling. I touched my lips, the memory of his kiss still lingering. I couldn't help but smile, a soft, secret smile that only I could see.

"I'm really stupid for loving my own brother," I thought, my heart filled with a mixture of longing and despair. But even as I acknowledged the impossible nature of my feelings, I couldn't help but hope, a tiny flicker of hope that maybe, just maybe, someday, he would feel the same way.

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-coffee_addict