All Chapters of CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

cyrus's point of view.The door closed behind me gently, Machines hummed softly, as Phoebe lay in the bed, impossibly still.For a second, I couldn’t move. I stood just inside the door, my hand still hovering where the handle had been, like I might bolt if I let myself think long enough. She looked smaller like this. Pale. Fragile in a way I had never allowed myself to see before. Her dark hair was spread over the pillow, her face slack with sedation, lashes resting against bruised skin.She looked nothing like the woman who had screamed at me three nights ago. Nothing like the woman who had stared at me with disbelief when I told her I wanted a divorce. I swallowed hard and forced myself to walk forward.Each step felt like trespassing. Like I was crossing a line I had already crossed once too many times. I pulled the chair closer to the bed, the legs scraping faintly against the floor, and sat down. The sound felt invasive. Too loud for a room like this.Her chest rose and fell bene

ONE MORE CHANCECYRUSI woke up to Dominic's mouth on my neck.I didn't remember him coming to my bed. The last thing I remembered was handing him a blanket and closing my bedroom door. But somewhere in the night, that changed. He was here now. His body pressed against mine. His lips dragging slow and soft along my collarbone.I gasped.My hands found his shoulders. His skin was warm. He wasn't wearing a shirt. When did he take off his shirt?"You're awake," he murmured against my throat."Domic.""I know. I shouldn't be here. I couldn't stay on the couch. Every time I closed my eyes, I just wanted to be closer to you."I should have pushed him away. I should have said this was too fast. Too soon. But his hand was sliding under my shirt, and his palm was flat against my stomach, and every argument I had died on my tongue."How long was I asleep?" I asked."A few hours. It's still dark."His thumb traced my hip bone. I shivered."We shouldn't," I said. But my voice was weak. My body wa

TAKING HIM BACKCYRUSThe doorbell rang.I didn't move at first. It was after ten. No one visited me after ten. Festus had a key. Timone would have texted.The bell rang again. Longer this time. Insistent.I pushed myself off the couch. My legs felt stiff. I walked to the door, looked through the peephole, and my heart stopped.Dominic stood on the other side.He looked different. Thinner. His hair was longer, messy, like he hadn't bothered to cut it. His eyes had dark circles under them. He wore a jacket that hung loose on his frame, and his hands were shoved into his pockets.He looked like he hadn't slept in weeks.I unlocked the door. My fingers fumbled with the deadbolt. When I finally pulled it open, we just stood there. Looking at each other.Neither of us spoke.The hallway was quiet. The only sound was the hum of the fluorescent light above his head. Dominic's chest rose and fell like he had run here. Like he was afraid I would close the door before he could say anything.I d

UNEXPECTED CIRCUMSTANCES CYRUSI stood in the kitchen for a long time after reading Phoebe's message.The water glass sat on the counter, half empty. My phone was face down next to it. I couldn't look at the screen again. I couldn't look away from it either.Dominic called out from the bedroom again. "Cyrus? You okay?" forced myself to breathe. Forced my voice to work. "Yeah. Just thirsty. Go back to sleep." HE murmured something I didn't catch. The bed creaked. Then silence.I did the math in my head. Over four months, five six ish? That meant it happened right before the divorce was finalized. It was not a mistake. A it was a goodbye. She had somehow cohereces me into having sex with her, it was when I had just began falling for her brother We both knew it meant nothing. Or maybe it meant everything and we were too stupid to see it.I didn't know anymore. I picked up my phone and read the message again. Every word felt heavier the second time.“I'm not telling you because I want a

MADE MY CHOICEDOMINICI stared at my phone for ten minutes before I could feel my hands again.The picture was still on the screen. Cyrus holding Phoebe. His face inches from hers. Her hand on his chest. His hand on her waist.I zoomed in. Looked at his eyes. They were soft and Tender The same way he looked at me when he thought I wasn't paying attention.My stomach turned. I set the phone down on the kitchen counter. Picked it up again. Set it down. Picked it up.“Some things never change. “That's what she wrote. Phoebe. My step-sister. The woman whose husband I stole. The woman who had every right to hate me.But this wasn't about hate. This was about something else.I walked to the living room. Cyrus was on the couch. His laptop was open. He was reading something, frowning at the screen. He looked up when I walked in."Everything okay?" he asked.No. Nothing was okay. My hands were shaking. My chest felt like someone had cracked it open with a crowbar."Yeah," I said. "Just tired