Forbidden Desire:My Best Friend's Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

[Aldo]“We’ll hop along until we find a gas station. Buy a few gallons of water and fill up the radiator. Then we’ll drive on and keep filling it up until we get to Columbia. Luca says he knows someone up there.”“It’s a bit of a detour,” Dawn frowns, looking at her map on her phone.“We’re diverted either way with that,” I say pointing at the front. She nods, and I look at the temperature gauge. It hasn’t budged, but I expect it to soon.We crawl along for a couple miles, and then a gas station appears. It’s a little thing but it should have what we need. I end up going with the twenty liter can plus a five liter mini. I use the restrooms to fill them both up.“Wanna pee while we’re here?” I ask, popping the hood and filling up the radiator from the small five liter can. Dawn grins and runs in to use the restroom. I empty the can and then refill it from the big one. I put their caps back on and load them into the van and slide the door closed. Just as it slams shut a hand runs across

[Dawn]I nod but don’t say anything. Aldo nods but doesn’t say anything. Suddenly everything I was thinking this morning, silly games of ‘are we together’ or ‘are we not’, seems just exactly that. Silly. I feel comfortable being in the cab with Aldo. He’s big and muscular. No one wants to mess with guys who are big and muscly. Even other muscly guys, I’m guessing, don’t like messing with other muscly guys. I don’t even want to imagine what it’d be like to get punched by one of these men. Let alone fight them. The two in the car didn’t look as big as Aldo, but they were driving past at sixty miles an hour…We’re cruising along the highway by the time I come back. And I’ve had a change of heart. Five minutes ago, I believed in thinking that what I was thinking this morning was silly, but current me doesn't think so. I’ve calmed down from our pull over experiment and want to know what Aldo thinks of us. It’s fantastic timing, I know, but I feel like we should discuss it…If not the kiss

[Aldo]I remember when my parents and I moving into the neighborhood when we were kids. My dad had always dreamed of moving, giving up the whole wise guy lifestyle and all.She must’ve been about five or six? Which meant that Andre was eight. I remember him from school first. At first, we kept a distance between us as we walked home to the same area. Then one day we were both buying comics at the little corner store. We became friends walking home everyday after school from that point on. Always at the end was Andre’s younger sister, home from school earlier than us, watching us through the screen door and playing with her toys. Or eating glue, as I liked to tease.Now? Now she wasn’t the girl who ate glue. Maybe that’s why it’s been such a weird and confusing time for me. My own memories and ideas of our lives were guiding me, not what the truth was now.“Should we get back on the road?” Dawn asks.“Yeah, I’d say so. We’ve still got to make time—” I almost choke out the last bit o

[Aldo]Where’s Dawn? The van? Are the men here? But it’s none of that. Dawn is standing over me, grinning, a wicked sparkle in her eye. She’s just locked my hands to the bed. “I understand that today was a tiring day for you. And the one before.” Her voice is low, husky, dripping with mischief. She moves around me, her finger trailing along my body, slow and deliberate. That finger traces down my t-shirt, grazing my abs before sliding over the waistband of my jeans. She gets to the end of the bed and pulls off my boots with an almost teasing slowness, like she’s savoring every second of control she has over me. Then, just as leisurely, she lets her finger travel back up the other side of my body. “And since our first night together, the urge has only gotten stronger between us. Even if you’ve been naughty since.” My breath hitches as her touch sends a shiver down my spine. My mind is spinning, still slightly on edge, unsure if I’m being attacked or seduced. But my dick? He

[Dawn]In the longest road trip I’ve taken since I was a kid, I feel like I’ve barely said half as much as I did back then. The silence between us is almost suffocating, heavy like the humidity of a storm that refuses to break.After our night of sex, Aldo is still paranoid and awkward on the road. Even after we talked to his parents and Luca. It’s like every time we get in the car, he transforms into someone else—someone distant, locked inside his head. I’ve tried everything: talking, not talking, even sharing pieces of myself I’d kept buried for years. But nothing sticks.The rumble of the engine vibrates through the floor, filling the space between us. Outside, the highway stretches endlessly, a ribbon of gray under a pale, washed-out sky. The monotony of the road mirrors the emptiness I feel when I glance at Aldo, his profile hard and unreadable.I know he’s not telling me something, and it eats at me. The tension coils in my chest like a spring, tightening with every mile.For