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Chapter 9
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2026-04-25 01:04:18
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Too Close to My Best Friend’s Brother Chapter 9
Neither of us moved.His hand was still at my jaw, his forehead nearly touching mine, his breath warm against my lips.And the silence between us felt louder than anything I had ever heard.“Tell me to leave,” he whispered.I should have.God, I should have.This was the last clean moment.The last second before consequences.Before Olivia, before Camilla, before everything became real.All I had to do was say the word.Leave.Instead, I looked at him.At the restraint in his eyes.At the conflict.At the wanting.At the fact that he was standing here fighting himself and still losing.And I realized I was tired.Tired of pretending.Tired of acting like this wasn’t happening.Tired of choosing the right thing when the wrong thing was standing this close, looking at me like I was the reason he hadn’t slept in days.So I whispered“Then stop asking.”Something in him broke.And then he kissed me.Not rushed.Not desperate.Deliberate.Like he had thought about this too many times. Like
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By night I was done pretending. Avoiding Nate had officially become a full time job and unfortunately I already had one of those. I left earlier. Came home later. Took the stairs like a woman avoiding both cardio and emotional collapse. None of it worked. Because no matter how hard I tried he was still there. In my head. In the hallway. In every quiet moment where my brain decided peace was overrated. The elevator. His voice. The way he looked at my mouth and then stopped himself like restraint was physically painful. It was getting worse. And the terrifying part? I wasn’t sure I wanted it to stop. I had just changed into an oversized hoodie and decided I was spending the night doing absolutely nothing when there was a knock at my door. I froze. Because some knocks your body recognises before your brain does. And this one felt like trouble. I opened the door. Nate. Dark jeans. Black shirt. Sleeves rolled up, the lean muscle of his forearms doing absolutely nothing to he
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The office was already buzzing by the time I arrived. I slid into my seat, pulled up my screen, and committed fully to the performance of someone who had slept well and was absolutely not running on dry shampoo and willpower. The hangover had faded to a background hum by midmorning. I got through two briefs, a team meeting, and approximately forty emails. Normal. Focused. Professional. The fact that I’d spent the entire commute replaying an elevator ride that hadn’t even happened yet was completely beside the point. “Isabel.” Maya. That expression. “Ethan wants you.” I closed my laptop, smoothed my blazer, and knocked once on his office door. “Come in. Close the door.” He was at the window when I entered. Hands in his pockets, city stretching out behind him. He turned slowly. Unhurried. Like he’d been expecting me longer than the thirty seconds since he’d summoned me. “Sit.” I sat. He moved to his desk slowly, straightening a folder that didn’t need straighteni
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His eyes moved over me once quick, controlled, then settled on my face. “Morning,” he said. “Morning,” I replied. Silence. The kind that immediately acknowledged last night without either of us saying a single word about it. “Maintenance flagged a water pressure issue on this floor,” he said. “Came to check if yours was affected.” I tilted my head slightly. “At this hour? On a work morning?” Something shifted in his jaw. Almost imperceptible. “I like to stay on top of things.” I looked at him for a long moment. He looked back. Neither of us acknowledged what we were both thinking that this was possibly the most transparent excuse in the history of excuses, and we were apparently going to proceed as if it wasn’t. “Water pressure’s fine,” I said. “Good.” He didn’t move. I didn’t close the door. “You should probably check anyway,” I said, before I’d fully decided to. “Since you’re here.” His eyes held mine for one steady beat. Then he stepped inside. He moved through t
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I woke up feeling it immediately. The dull throb behind my eyes. The heaviness in my limbs. The particular kind of morning that arrives after one too many drinks and not enough sleep. Tuesday. Work day. I stared at the ceiling and did a silent inventory of my life choices.The drinks were a bad idea, I knew that the moment I woke up with a throb behind my eyes. Staying out that late was worse. But the part that was really sitting with me, the part I couldn’t shake loose no matter how hard I stared at that ceiling Was him.Nate. His hand on my waist. His girlfriend twenty feet away.Like it had happened to someone else and I’d just been watching.Except I hadn’t been watching.I’d been standing there not moving away.I closed my eyes again.Yeah.That was the part I was going to need a minute with. I got up, showered, and stood in front of my mirror wrapped in a towel, trying to give myself a serious talking to. The reflection was not cooperating. Because I looked fine. Normal.
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Nate’s Pov I shouldn’t have come. The thought settled the moment I stepped through the doors. Too loud. Too crowded. Too careless. None of it suited me. And yet, I stayed. Camilla’s hand rested lightly at my arm, her voice smooth beside me as she said something about the bar, about drinks, about someone she’d spotted across the room. I nodded once. I wasn’t listening. Because my attention had already shifted. Not intentionally. But not accidentally either. She was across the room. Isabel. It took less than a second to find her, like some part of me had already done the work before I’d decided to look. She didn’t see me. Too absorbed in the music, the movement, the way she existed in a room without apologizing for it. Nothing restrained about her. Nothing calculated. She moved like consequences were someone else’s problem like her body knew exactly what it was doing and had stopped asking permission. The red dress didn’t help. Short. The hem feathering
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