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"Jay can never know," Yena whispered, grasping Jake's hand, holding it close to her chest, gazing into his eyes as if she was looking at him for the first time.
"I know, baby, I know." Jake gasped, leaning down, brushing the tip of her nose with his, as a tear escaped her eye.
He was the reason she learned to keep her feelings quiet. He was the reason she learned to wait. After four years away, he's back on the same street, in the same house, and suddenly every rule her brother ever set feels like a dare. Love is no longer a whisper-it's a choice that could cost them everything.