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CHAPTER 6: The Look On His Face

Penulis: Skylar Vandler
last update Tanggal publikasi: 2026-05-25 17:50:07

YULIA

My breath caught somewhere in my throat. The room suddenly felt too small. I should’ve told him to stop. I should’ve reminded him that this was wrong. That our parents were married. That we were living under the same roof now. That he was my stepbrother.

Instead, I sat there staring at him while my heart betrayed me completely.

Because the truth was… I didn’t want him to stop.

Kendrick’s gaze dropped to my lips again, slower this time, like he was giving me one last chance to pull away. I
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