All Chapters of A Wife For My Brother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The invitations were sent, all services and the church were booked. Everything was ready, waiting for them. Only Laura's dress was missing; two weeks was too little time to find the ideal one, much less have it made. But it was enough time for Deanna to find hers, which turned out to be very similar to the style her favorite soprano had worn in her day.A white dress, off-the-shoulder and form-fitting, but with draped fabric in the skirt. Nothing spectacular; the simpler, the better. She wasn't supposed to be the star that day - Laura was - and achieving that would take more than just a dress. She'd need help from a few more people.The guests would be family members from both sides, closest friends, and of course, several university classmates - something she was counting on. Deanna loved Harry and Laura dearly; they were like siblings to

Daniel was waiting for her standing as she returned after her "show." She walked as if nothing had happened, slightly out of breath and trying to fix her hair."Come with me," he said in a restrained voice."Where?""Just come."She followed him until they left the ballroom into an empty room with stacked tables and chairs."What was that?" he asked, closing the door behind them."What was what?" Deanna crossed her arms."That... 'show' with Harry," he pronounced the word 'show' as if it burned his tongue."We were just dancing," she replie

Daniel also felt guilty; he had made progress with her and then taken two steps back. He didn't know how to contain the torrent of emotions he felt towards Deanna. He didn't know how to approach her or treat her in the best possible way, tangled between his feelings and his logic. He denied what he felt because in his mind, a relationship with a woman like her was out of the question.With the singing lessons, it seemed Deanna was starting to smile more again; perhaps he should free her a bit from the "obligations" and be more flexible with the rules.He found her sitting outside, covered with a blanket and listening to music. He approached and, without saying anything, sat down beside her. They had already developed that habit."I'm sorry about what happened the other day with your lessons," he murmured without looking at her."Don't worry, I understand what you told Harry.""But I'm glad you found another teacher.""I wanted to ask you som

He stared at the ceiling trying to calm himself. He had to stop the wave of reactions in his body, stop his thoughts. He should get up and leave, but at the same time he didn't want to; he wanted to enjoy this, even if just once. Just a little longer, he probably would never have an opportunity like this again.She surely wouldn't remember anything, and at least he would have something to keep from all this charade.It was so pleasant, as if it had always been this way. Her sleeping peacefully on his chest and him watching over her. His own body was betraying him and suddenly a deep sadness invaded him.There was no point in yearning for her. Everything was a lie: the marriage, her drunken words, this moment. She would never see him that way.

She couldn't move, pressed between his body and the wall, and she didn't want to. If she had known he was just as on edge as she was, she would've acted sooner. But she kept holding back, not wanting to rush things."I'm so done with trying on clothes," she whispered, her voice barely audible."Hmm...""Let's get out of here," she turned her head slightly towards him."Are you... sure?""Definitely."He buried his face in her neck, breathing her in. He was about to lose it completely. She was just as worked up as he was—he could tell from her shaky voice, from every tiny movement. No woman had ever been this forward with him before, so openly showing her desire. This wasn't some fling. They lived together, shared everything. If they crossed this line, there was no going back. And he knew it—knew that tasting her skin just once would undo him forever."We can't go home," Deanna whispered. "The kids are there.""No, we'll find somewhere else...""Right..."But he was frozen, rooted to t