EVE'S APPLE

"I'm dead once my brother finds out about us," I said, staring up at Ian from his bed, the sheets still warm around my naked body.

He didn't even flinch. Just lit a cigarette and said, "Then don't let him find out."

Cold. Detached. That was Ian. I called it 'nonchalant' to make myself feel better.

I should've known better. But girls like me, we grow up reading about fictional men who break rules for love. Who change for love. I thought he would be one of them.

The sex was good. I thought he felt something too. The way he touched me... the way he looked at me when no one else was watching.. To be honest, it wasn't worth it.

My brother would always say, "To every action, there's a consequence, either good or bad, you can't escape it."

My name is Eve. I was eighteen when I gave myself to my brother's best friend. He was twenty-five and never called me by name unless he needed something.

This is the story of how I mistook desire for love...

...and how it destroyed everything.