The Wrong Brother’s Obsession
Then, gently: “Elle… you don’t have to hide with me.”
And just like that, I was caught again. The way he said my name. The way it sounded like a promise he’d never keep.
I leaned closer without thinking, desperate for more. For once, he didn’t pull away.
But then—
The sound of a bottle opening, sharp and deliberate, cut through the air.
I flinched, and Liam glanced back at his brother.
Aiden’s jaw was tight, his hand wrapped around the glass neck of the bottle. He wasn’t looking at us, but his silence was louder than anything.