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The Brother Problem part 11

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The house was quiet in the way only dawn can make it. Downstairs, the faint clatter of Maya's keyboard had faded into silence, and I told myself that meant she had fallen asleep on the couch.

Noah's door clicked shut behind me.

"We shouldn't," he whispered.

"You said that last night."

"And?"

"And look how well that went."

He laughed, and then I had my hands in his shirt and his back was against the door, and the whole reckless, wonderful feeling from the library came rushing back into my chest.
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