บททั้งหมดของ Tempted By My Sister's Boyfriend: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

A few days later... The lecture hall was too bright, too still, and far too quiet without Sloane beside me. She had woken up early this morning, cursing her uterus and swearing off her existence for the day. Cramps. She gets them bad. So, it was just me and a professor who had clearly mistaken himself for a TED speaker. I tapped my pen against my notebook, eyes half-lidded, my mind miles away. Still replaying everything I had no business remembering. Adrian’s mouth, his hands, his voice, and how it sounded low and sinful in my ears. My body still ached in places I couldn’t confess. I hated that I missed him. The class ended before I was ready for it. I gathered my book slowly, reluctant to step back into reality. As I stepped out of the building, I froze. Alexander was leaning casually against the wall beside the door, one foot propped against the bricks, arms folded across his chest. He looked infuriatingly calm, like he hadn’t just startled the breath from my lungs. My steps

The day after... Sloane and I stepped out of the lecture hall, its door swinging shut behind us. My arm looped through hers, and I couldn't stop smiling. My cheeks actually hurt from how long they’d been pulled into this dumb grin. “And then,” I said, squeezing her arm for dramatic effect, “he brushed my back. Just a soft stroke. Sloane, my brain short-circuited, I swear. I couldn’t even hear what you were saying anymore.” Sloane let out an exaggerated groan, tugging me slightly as we walked down the front steps of the building. “Oh my God, Kim. What is this? Since when did Alexander become your personal kryptonite? You barely tolerated this guy before!” “That was then, Sloane. And I wasn’t tolerating the guy,” I said, trying not to sound too defensive. “He was just... there. But now? It’s different. He’s different. Like, have you seen the way he looks at me?” She scoffed. “I’ve seen the way a lot of guys look at you. Doesn’t mean anything. But suddenly you’re acting like he walk

I pulled the sheets up, brushing my hair out of my face as I swiped to answer. “Hey,” I said softly. There was a pause, then he spoke. “You okay? I wasn’t sure if you were still coming... I called earlier,” he said, his voice smooth. “Oh my God, Alex. I am so sorry. I had my phone on do not disturb, forgetting that we had study plans together later today,” I said, my voice low and soft. “I didn’t mean to ignore you.” He chuckled. “So, you are still coming?” “Definitely. I just...” I trailed off, swallowing. “Got caught up in something.” There was another pause. Then, “I actually set some things up for us. Snacks, tea. That playlist you like. I just wasn’t sure anymore.” “You didn’t have to go through all that,” I said softly. “I wanted to.” I smiled into the phone. “I’ll be there soon. Give me twenty.” “Okay. I’ll be waiting.” I stared at the ceiling for a while after he hung up, breathing in deeply, trying to steady my emotions. Then I threw off the covers, slipped out o

Saturday. At the salon for our hair appointment... Eight days before midterm. Sloane and I were seated side by side at Soleil Luxe, a high-end salon nestled along the Wilshire strip, draped in matching black capes and sipping on cucumber-infused water like it was champagne. The place smelled like coconut oil and honey. “I swear,” Sloane muttered, scrolling through her phone, “if I see one more group project pop up in my email before midterms, I’m going to fake an emotional breakdown. I’ll cry. Ugly cry.” I laughed, adjusting the cape around my neck. “You already cried over that macroeconomics quiz.” “Because that was a betrayal,” she said dramatically. “But seriously, after midterms. I’m doing nothing but sleeping, brunch, and bad decisions. In that order.” I smirked, letting my fingers run through the ends of my hair before the stylist returned. “I need something more than sleep. Maybe a weekend getaway. Malibu? Or Palm Springs?” Sloane perked up. “Palm Springs sounds like a dr

Seven days before midterm. I was lying on my back, one leg tangled in the covers, phone in hand, as I mindlessly scrolled through my messages. Sloane was lying across her bed in a hoodie and shorts, her knees bent as she tapped away at something on her phone. I could hear her nails clicking against the screen in a nervous rhythm. She’d been quiet ever since she woke up, and that alone was strange. Usually, she was the one who started the morning chaos with music. Dramatic sighs and complaints about the most random things ever. I glanced at her. “Hey, Sloane, babe. You good?” She didn’t answer at first. Then. “Kim.” “Mhm?” “That note... from yesterday.” I let my phone fall onto my chest, exhaling. “We’re really still on that?” She sat up straight now, legs crossed. Her face was serious. “Yes. Because someone followed you from Alexander’s place and probably ended up here, so that means they know where you live. This person comes back again and sends someone to hand you a note,