Todos los capítulos de My Stepbrother's Secret Obsession : Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 100

CHAPTER 92 RAIN ON THE WINDOWRain started falling heavily around midnight, tapping against the living room glass in a steady, calming rhythm.The television was still humming quietly on the stand, casting dim blue light across the dark room. The empty pizza box sat on the coffee table, along with two glass bottles of soda.I was lying on my side on the rug, my head resting flat against Xavier's chest. He had one arm wrapped tightly around my waist, his broad hand resting warm against my side. His other hand was resting on the floor, his fingers casually tangled in mine."You're awake," Xavier noted softly, his deep voice vibrating right into my cheek."I'm just listening to the rain," I replied quietly, looking at the tiny water drops sliding down the window pane. "It feels nice being inside."Xavier shifted slightly, pulling the thick knitted blanket higher up over my shoulders to block out the draft coming from the hallway. "You used to h

CHAPTER 94 WATER AND WARMTHThe steam in the small bathroom grew so thick it completely covered the glass mirror in a soft, white haze.Hot water poured down from the showerhead in a steady, heavy stream, beating against my back and washing away the sweet, lingering stickiness of the afternoon. I leaned my forehead against the cool tile wall, letting out a long, shuddering breath as my sore muscles slowly relaxed under the heat.Xavier was standing right behind me, his large, warm hands lathered with fresh soap. He didn't rush. He moved his hands over my wet shoulders, smoothing down my back, massaging the tight knots near my neck with careful, deliberate pressure."Still tired?" Xavier asked, his deep voice carrying clearly over the sound of rushing water."My legs feel like jelly," I admitted with a soft, breathless laugh, turning around slowly in his hold.Xavier stepped closer, taking the stream of hot water straight to his chest so it w

By Tuesday afternoon, the heat outside was thick and heavy, but inside our apartment, the air conditioning kept everything cool and quiet.I was sitting on the living room rug, my legs stretched out, surrounded by white folders, printouts, and sticky notes. Leo and I had spent the last three hours going through financial balance sheets for our group project, and my fingers were stained with dark blue ink from my pen.Leo let out a dramatic, long groan, flopping flat onto his back against the floorboards."Julian," Leo whined, staring up at the white ceiling. "My eyes are burning. I'm seeing numbers when I blink.""We're almost done, Leo," I said, not looking up from my laptop as my fingers tapped against the keys. "We just need to double-check the cash flow statement for the third quarter, and then we're completely finished.""You've been saying 'almost done' since one o'clock," Leo complained, rolling his head over to look at me. "How do you do th

The celebration dinner wasn't at a stiff, white-cloth restaurant where waiters judged your posture.Xavier had let me pick. We ended up at a tiny, crowded Italian spot three blocks from our apartment, tucked down a narrow alley filled with hanging string lights. The wooden tables were small, covered in red-and-white checkered tablecloths, and the air smelled heavily of roasted garlic, crushed basil, and baking crust.We sat in a corner booth near the back. Xavier had taken off his dark polo shirt's collar button, his sleeves rolled up to his forearms, looking entirely relaxed as he watched me finish my second slice of garlic bread."You're staring," I said, pointing a small piece of bread at him."I'm admiring," Xavier corrected smoothly, resting his chin on his palm. His dark eyes caught the warm, amber glow of the small candle sitting in the middle of our table. "You have garlic butter on your lip."I instinctively went to wipe it with my napkin,

 The air turned heavy by mid-afternoon on Sunday, dark gray rain clouds rolling in fast over the river.The heat broke with a sudden, loud crack of thunder, and within minutes, massive raindrops were sheets against our living room glass. The city outside transformed into a blurry landscape of silver and dark gray, but inside our apartment, it felt like a warm, private island.I was lying flat on my back across the rug, my ankles resting up on the edge of the sofa, flicking through a dog-eared paperback novel.Xavier came out of the bedroom wearing an oversized black hoodie and grey track pants. He stopped right beside my head, looking down at me with a slow, amused lift of his eyebrow."You're blocking the hallway," Xavier noted softly."The rug is comfortable," I replied, not looking away from my page. "You can step over me."Instead of stepping over me, Xavier sank down onto the floor right next to me. He sat with his back aga