Tangled With The Other Brother のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe room was quiet. Too quiet.The kind of quiet that hummed in your ears, that pressed against your skin like a living thing, heavy with the weight of everything unsaid. I lay there, still as stone, my breath shallow, my fingers curled into the sheets beneath me. The city lights bled through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting the room in streaks of gold and silver, casting long shadows that danced like ghosts across the walls. The air smelled of him… whiskey, spice, and something darker, something that clung to my skin like a second pulse.Jaxx.His chest rose and fell beneath my cheek, slow and steady, the rhythm of his heartbeat a lullaby I didn’t want to trust. His arms were wrapped around me, one hand splayed possessively across my waist, the other tangled in my hair, as if even in sleep, he couldn’t bear to let me go. His face was turned toward me, his features softened by the dim light, his dark lashes fanning against his sharp cheekbones. His lips, u

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe water ran over my fingers, cold and relentless, as I scrubbed the last plate clean. The kitchenette was too quiet, the kind of quiet that pressed against my skin, that made my pulse thrum in my ears. The scent of him, lingered in the air, clinging to every surface, every breath I took. My body still hummed from his touch, my lips still tingled from the ghost of his kiss, my skin still burned where his fingers had traced fire.I turned off the faucet, my hands trembling.Why am I still here?The question clawed at me, sharp and insistent. I leaned against the counter, my palms gripping the cool marble, my reflection staring back at me in the polished surface of the microwave. My cheeks were flushed, my eyes bright with something I didn’t dare name. My hair was a mess, my lips swollen from his kisses, my body aching in ways I refused to acknowledge.Why do I stay?Is it relief? The safety of his arms, the way he makes me feel like I can breathe for the first ti

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe apartment was too quiet.The kind of quiet that pressed against my skin, that hummed in my ears like a living thing. I stood in the middle of the living room, my suitcases still unopened by the door, my purse slung over my shoulder like an anchor. The walls were a pristine white, the furniture sleek and modern, the air smelling faintly of lemon and dust, like a place that had been waiting for someone to live in it.I kicked off my heels, the sound echoing too loudly in the empty space. My feet sank into the plush carpet as I walked toward the couch, my movements slow, deliberate. The fabric was cool beneath my fingers as I traced the armrest, my mind racing, my heart pounding in my chest.My phone buzzed in my purse, the sound jarring in the quiet. I pulled it out, my fingers trembling slightly as I unlocked the screen. A notification from the group chat with my siblings… Heather and Dave, lit up the screen.Heather: Hey, sis! You good? Haven’t heard from you

Elena’s Point Of ViewThe morning sun spilled through the windows, golden and warm, painting the apartment in hues of amber and rose. I stretched, my body aching from the emotional storm of the night before, but my heart felt lighter than it had in years. The couch cushions were still rumpled from where Heather and Dave had slept… Heather curled up on one end, Dave sprawled out on the other like a starfish, hogging the blankets. I smiled at the memory of their snores… Heather’s soft and rhythmic, Dave’s loud enough to wake the dead.I tiptoed to the kitchen, the hardwood floor cool beneath my bare feet. The coffee maker gurgled to life, the scent of fresh brew filling the air, mixing with the faint traces of last night’s laughter and tears. I leaned against the counter, watching the steam rise from my mug, my mind drifting to the way Heather had held my hand like a lifeline, the way Dave had promised to remove a ball from Graham if he ever saw him again.A snort escaped me.Only my s

Elena’s Point Of ViewLexy didn’t wait for me to gather my thoughts. Instead, she reached into her bag and pulled out a small, velvet box, tossing it onto my desk with a clink."What’s this?" I asked, eyeing it warily."Open it," she said, her grin turning wicked.I flipped open the box. Inside was a silver necklace, delicate and elegant, with a pendant shaped like a middle finger.I burst out laughing. "Lexy! What the hell?""It’s a gift," she said, her voice dripping with satisfaction. "For when you finally tell Graham to fuck off to his face. Wear it with pride, Elena. You’ve earned it."I shook my head, but I couldn’t stop laughing. "You’re unhinged.""And you’re welcome," she shot back, leaning back in her chair. "Now. Talk. Or do I have to start guessing? Because I will, and you know my guesses are never kind."I groaned, rubbing my temples. "You’re exhausting.""And you’re stalling," she countered, her smile sharp. "Out with it, sister. What did that waste of oxygen do now?"I