Don't Fall

Don't Fall

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Angelas spending her late twenties independently and having fun casual sex while working six days a week as an assistant for the devil herself. She only has one rule to stick by: Don't fall in love. Except that her little brother's roommate seems to accomplish all her sexual fantasies as the world sleeps except them. Fighting her past trauma with an abusive father and ex, her and Mikes late nights turn into early mornings as the dirty truth unfolds quickly. Can Angela love again or did her past stop her from loving at all? TW: Physical abuse/Verbal abuse/Explicit language/Sexual content/Drugs/Suicide
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If you asked anyone, they'd say my brother and I were close the kind of siblings who knew each other's moods before a word was even spoken. We weren't perfect, but we had our system. Five rules. That's how we survived growing up together. Rule 1: Never lie to each other. Rule 2: Always have each other's backs. Rule 3: Ask before borrowing anything. Rule 4: Don't embarrass each other in front of friends. Rule 5: Never.... ever....date each other's best friend. And for the longest time, those rules worked. They kept us balanced. Until he came along. Ethan. My brother's best friend. The boy with the calm eyes and the smile that could turn a bad day around. He'd been around for years, but I'd never really seen him. Not like this. I don't know when things changed. Maybe it was the way he started listening when I talked, or how he laughed a little differently when it was just us. Maybe it was the way my heart forgot all five rules whenever he looked at me. My name's Elena, by the way. I'm the one who was supposed to know better ... the one who swore she'd never cross that line. But the thing about rules is... they only work until something OR someone makes you want to break them. And the night everything changed, it wasn't supposed to mean anything. Just a conversation. Just a moment. Except now, I can't stop thinking about it. About him. About the one rule I can't seem to keep. My brother doesn't know. Not yet. But when he does... everything will change.

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