All Chapters of My Enemy [BL]: Chapter 241 - Chapter 250

I opened my mouth to protest, but the words just disappeared. Watching him, this six-foot tall, annoyingly thoughtful stepbrother making a terrible bed for himself on the cold hardwood while his damp hair fell around his face with that faded T-shirt and sweatpants combo somehow making him look both cozy and frustratingly attractive made my guilt hit hard like a pillow to the face (which, to be fair, I had done earlier). God, Atlas, I thought to myself, it’s just a bed. A big, blanket-filled bed. You’re being ridiculous. Childish and dramatic in fact; he’s just trying to keep you from freezing. Get over yourself. Even though this reminded me of the only one bed trope in the fanfics Millie would gush about and I’d stare at her in mild confusion. "Fine," I blurted out before my pride could intervene. I sat at the edge of the mattress, pulling my knees up. "I’m sorry. That was stupid. We can share. It’s big enough." Rowan paused, quilt halfway folded, looking up at me with one eyeb

My brain totally short-circuited. I swear I could hear the little hamster wheel in my head just screech to a stop and fall right off its axle. Every alarm bell that should’ve been blaring...Step-siblings! Wrong! Boundaries! Guest room in a stranger’s house! Your mom’s best friend’s place! The dead mom’s best friend’s house! They all went suspiciously quiet, as if they all decided to take a smoke break at the worst possible time. Rowan’s thumb brushed against my lower lip, his face just inches from mine in the dim light, his eyes searching for any hint that I wanted to pull back. His voice dropped to the softest whisper, rough around the edges with restraint. "Tell me to stop, Atlas." And I really should have. I mean, I really, really should have. That would have been the responsible, sane choice...the one that wouldn’t land me in hell. But then the truth hit me like a rogue pillow to the face: there was no spell or dark magic here. It was just me finally admitting that I di

Rowan’s hands moved to the bottom of his shirt, fingers curling under the soft fabric as he smoothly pulled it up, revealing his sculpted torso inch by inch. I couldn’t tear my eyes away; my breath hitched as the shirt cleared his chest, and he tossed it aside into the shadows of the room. The moonlight and a faint glow from under the door outlined the defined ridges of his abs, every muscle honed from countless hours at the gym and on the basketball court, the kind of physique that made my mouth go dry and my stomach twist with desire. A flush crept up my neck and across my cheeks while I stared, completely captivated, then, mortified I jerked my gaze away, fixing it on the ceiling as if it were the most captivating thing I’d ever seen. Rowan’s low chuckle rumbled through the quiet, warm and knowing, and before I could think of a response, he gently caught my wrist, guiding my hand forward until it lay flat against the warm, taut skin of his stomach. "I know you’ve been wantin

Rowan’s hand slipped away from mine for just a moment, and I felt a pang of loss, almost like a physical ache. But then he moved closer, pressing his body against mine until there was no space left. Our warm skin met, the heat radiating from him searing into me as he took both of our cocks in one capable hand. The first stroke of his grip around us, slick with precome, our lengths pressed tightly together, stirred a sharp gasp from my throat, louder than I intended in the dim light of the room. Before the sound could fully escape, Rowan’s mouth found mine, swallowing my noise with a deep, desperate kiss that tasted of both longing and restraint. His tongue danced with mine in sync with the slow, methodical movement of his hand, the friction doubling now, overwhelming, setting every nerve in my body alight. I could feel him throbbing against me, the ridge of his crown gliding alongside mine with each upward stroke. The slick sounds were quiet yet obscene in the silence, and it was

I froze and looked up to find Rowan’s green eyes half-open, watching me with a lazy warmth that made my heart flip. His lips curled into the faintest smile, one that crinkled the corners of his eyes and turned my insides to mush."I thought you were still asleep," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur, mortified to be caught admiring him so openly."Was," he replied softly, shifting just enough to tuck me in closer, his thumb tracing lazy circles over the bare skin of my hip where my shirt had ridden up during the night. "But it’s kinda hard to stay asleep when the prettiest boy in the world is playing with my hair and blushing like he’s reliving every naughty thing we did last night."I let out a quiet groan and buried my face against his chest again, feeling his low chuckle reverberate through me."You’re such an asshole," I muttered into his skin, though my tone held no real complaint—only a shy, helpless happiness I couldn’t quite hide."And you’re adorable when you’re embar