𝑊𝑒 𝐶𝑎𝑛'𝑡 𝐵𝑒 𝐹𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑠 | ✩

"You forget how hard it is to ignore someone who looks the way you do," He replied smoothly, taking advantage of the close proximity between the two of us.

Running his large hands slowly down my arms before looping them around my waist possessively.

His gaze drifted lazily over my body, lingering on the curve of my breasts visible above the low neckline of my tank top. The air thickened with anticipation as we stood facing each other, neither willing nor wanting to break the electrifying silence that hung between us.

I tilted my head up at his tall frame before speaking, "How would my brother feel about his best friend checking out his little sister?"

A dark chuckle leaves his mouth, Matío traced lazy circles on my lower back with his index finger.

"Your brother left me alone with you, remember? So I guess it's fair game." His voice dropped huskier than usual as he leaned closer to me, his minty breath fanning my neck.

He's toying with me, But it won't work.

"That's not quite how that works." I respond, pushing his chest to back him away.

He won't win against me.

Will he?

𝐖𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒, 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒