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Alexander Donnelly. My brother's best friend. The boy I'm supposed to keep my distance from. The one who knows exactly how to push my buttons, who grins when I snap, who somehow turns every sarcastic remark into a dare I can't quite resist.
I've sworn I'll stay away. I've sworn I won't let him get under my skin. But the more I try to fight it, the more I notice the little things: the way his laugh softens when he thinks no one's watching, the way his eyes linger a second too long, the way he always seems to be there when I need him the most.
We've been friends for years, but somewhere beneath the teasing and the arguments, something else is stirring. And it's getting harder to deny that what started as friendship might be heading somewhere dangerously close to... love.
Alexander Donnelly
Brielle Crosiar. My best friend's baby sister. The girl I've known since she was little, the one I used to tease endlessly, the one I've always protected without letting her know it. I'm supposed to stay away now-respect boundaries, pretend she's still the kid I grew up with.
But I can't. Every time she storms into a room with that fire in her eyes, every sarcastic jab, every glare that makes my chest tighten-it pulls me in. I try to act like nothing's changed, but I feel it: the spark between us, quiet but insistent, the shift from childhood friends to something more.
She thinks I don't notice. But I do. And I'm not sure I can ever go back to pretending I feel nothing at all.