All Chapters of CRAVING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

WE ARE MARRIED. DOMINIC The beach house was supposed to be our escape.Four weeks of planning led to this. White sand. Blue water. A small wooden arch decorated with flowers that Festus spent three hours hanging. Timone was in charge of the music, which meant a playlist of sad indie songs that Cyrus had to veto twice.I stood in the bedroom, staring at myself in the mirror. White linen shirt. Loose pants Bare feet. The ring was already on my finger. I had put it on this morning and couldn't bring myself to take it off."You look nervous," Festus said from the doorway."I'm not nervous.""You're sweating through your shirt."I looked down. He was right."It's just... it's really happening.""Did you think it wouldn't?""Every day for the past month, I woke up expecting something to go wrong. Expecting her to call. Expecting him to change his mind."Festus walked into the room. He was wearing a gray suit. No tie. He looked like a bodyguard at a wedding. Which, technically, he was."

OUR HONEYMOON DOMINIC I woke up to sunlight and the sound of waves.The beach house bedroom was bright. White curtains blowing in the breeze. The ocean was loud, a constant crash and pull that matched the rhythm of my heart. The room smelled like salt and sex and the faint sweetness of Cyrus's shampoo.Cyrus was still asleep.He was on his stomach, his face turned toward me, one arm tucked under the pillow. The sheet was tangled around his waist. His back was bare. His shoulder blades curved like wings. The morning light caught the small dip of his spine, the way his waist narrowed, the curve of his ass where the fabric barely covered him.I watched him breathe.His chest rose and fell. Slow. Even. His lips were parted. His eyelashes were dark against his cheeks. He looked peaceful in a way I hadn't seen in months. No tension in his jaw. No worry creasing his forehead. Just sleep. Just rest.Last night felt like a dream. The ceremony. The vows. The way he kissed me at the altar lik

OUR SHARED BONDTIMONEI had been in love with Festus for four years.Four years of watching him from across the room. Four years of memorizing the way he laughed, the way he frowned, the way his hands moved when he talked. Four years of telling myself it would pass, that it was just a phase, that I would wake up one morning and feel nothing.It hadn't passed. It had only gotten worse. Every day, the want dug deeper into my chest like a splinter I couldn't pull out.Tonight, I was sitting on his couch. His apartment. His mess. His smell. He was in the kitchen, making drinks, and I was trying not to stare at his back. The way his t-shirt stretched across his shoulders. The way his jeans sat low on his hips. The way his hair curled at the nape of his neck."You're quiet," he said without turning around."I'm always quiet.""No. You're always thinking. There's a difference."He walked over. Handed me a glass. Whiskey. Neat. The way I liked it. He remembered. Of course he remembered. He r

JERK ME OFFDOMINICDinner was supposed to be normal.Cyrus made pasta. I made salad. Festus brought wine. Timone brought bread. We sat around the table like four normal people who hadn't spent the last year surviving scandals and fake pregnancies and the collapse of our families.Cyrus sat across from me. His knee touched mine under the table. He did that now. Always touching. Like he was afraid I would disappear."I can't believe you two waited so long," Cyrus said, looking at Festus and Timone."Waited for what?" Festus asked."To admit you're in love with each other. It was painful to watch." Timone choked on his wine. "What do you mean?""I mean the longing glances. The way you looked at each other when you thought no one was paying attention. It was embarrassing.""It was not," Timone said."It was," Cyrus said. "Remember that party last year? Festus, you stared at Timone for three hours. Three hours. I counted."Festus's face went red. "You counted?""Someone had to."We laughe

TYING LOOSE ENDS.DOMINIC The drive to the old house took forty-five minutes. It felt like forty-five years.Cyrus drove. His hand was on my thigh. His thumb moved back and forth. He wasn't trying to calm me down. He was trying to calm himself down. I could feel it in the way his leg bounced. The way he checked the rearview mirror every few seconds. The way he kept looking at me like he was afraid I would disappear."You're quiet," he said."I'm thinking.""About what?""About the last time I was in that house.""When was that?""Seven years ago. Almost to the day."He glanced at me. His eyes were soft he looked like he was really Worried. "Do you want to talk about it?""I had just told them," I said. "About being gay. About you. About everything.""You told them about me?""I told them I was in love with someone. I didn't say your name. I was too scared. I thought if I said your name out loud, they would find you. Hurt you. I couldn't let that happen."Cyrus's grip tightened on my