12. You Know I Would've If You Hadn't

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Four

I lean against the cool metal railing and take in a deep breath. The chilling air outside felt nice; Shauna's apartment was really warm and crowded with all the people in it.

The door suddenly swings open, and my heart skips a beat when I see Tris step outside. She looks so beautiful, her small frame illuminated by the soft glow of the outdoor light. Her cheeks are a rosy pink, flushed with warmth from the heat of the party.

Tris glances around before she settles on a nearby bench, looking a bit flustered. "What are you doing out here all alone?" I tease, my voice breaking the stillness. She jumps at the sound, and guilt washes over me for startling her.

"I'm just taking a second to cool down," she replies, huffing out a breath.

Then she stands up and strides over to me, her arms folded across her chest. She meets my gaze head-on. "What's your problem with me?" she demands.

"What do you mean?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"You're always giving me these weird looks. Like I'm bothering you or something," Tris says, frustration creeping into her tone.

"Um..." I stammer, caught off guard. "No, it's not like that."

I observe her small frame, and I can't help but feel a strong desire to know what it's like to touch her, to feel the softness of her skin beneath my fingers. One minute she seems like she's this innocent girl, and the next, she has this fierce determination that makes me second-guess everything I thought I knew.

What is wrong with me? She's Zeke's little sister. I shouldn't feel this way. But suddenly I want to kiss her. I really want to, but I know I shouldn't.

This feeling was new to me. I'd never felt this way about... a girl before. Sure, I've kissed one before, but they were all meaningless to me. This is different. This is intense, electric.

She steps closer, and I feel a rush of anticipation. Does she feel the same electric connection between us? Does she know how much I want to kiss her?

Before I can even think it through any further, her soft lips crash against mine with an urgency that takes my breath away. In an instant, the distance between us that once felt so vast is gone now. The kiss is exhilarating—far better than I'd ever imagined. Her arms snake around my neck, anchoring me to her as I instinctively pull her closer, my arm finding its way around her petite waist. She feels perfect in my embrace—warm and alive. Her fingers brush the back of my neck, igniting a fire that spreads through me like wildfire. 

Every second of the kiss deepens the heat between us, and I can't help lifting her off the ground and pressing her small frame against mine. I feel her legs wrap around my waist. Her touch is intoxicating to me. But just as quickly as the kiss had begun, the weight of reality crashes over me. This is Zeke's little sister. The thought hits me like a cold wave, pulling me back from the edge. It's wrong to kiss her like this, even though every second is pure bliss.

I knew I had to stop. It wasn't right, even though every part of me wanted to stay lost in this moment. 

It took everything in me, but I pulled away, creating the same distance between us once again. My mind raced, still caught up in the lingering warmth of her body against mine.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, her head low with embarrassment. "I'm not sure what came over me." A wave of guilt washes over me. Does she regret it?

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. "Tris..." I trail off, searching for the right words. "You know I would've if you hadn't." I almost didn't notice it, but a small smile forms around her lips. I could feel the shift in the atmosphere as I continued, "I stopped because this feels wrong. You're Zeke's little sister, and you're still so young."

As I say it, I watch her smile vanish almost instantly, her eyebrows caving in with an expression of disbelief. I feel like an idiot for bringing it up, but I can't shake the feeling that I was crossing a line.

"Oh, so I'm just too young for your liking?" She shot back, irritation sharpening her voice. My chest tightened at her words. I didn't want to be that guy.

Before I could even respond, she scoffs at me and twists around to leave, heading back to the party. A surge of frustration courses through me. I didn't want her to walk away like this, not after everything that had just happened. I grasp her hand, swooping her back to me and pressing her body against mine.

I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her back into my embrace. The way she fits so perfectly against my body makes it hard for me to think straight. "Trust me," I murmur in a low voice, "It's taking everything in me to stop this. But I don't think your brother would like it, and I don't want to go against his judgement." 

Her fingers tremble, and I could tell I was making her nervous, but I only hoped it was in a good way. She nods her head in agreement, and a loose strand of hair falls across her cheek. I brush it away gently. 

But just like that, I found myself pulling away again, leaving her standing there in a daze. 

I can still feel the heat radiating from her, and the memory of her lips lingers on mine, intoxicating and overwhelming.

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