My stepbrother
He pulls away, smiles, and strokes my face.
“Thanks for trusting me, my love. I want you to know that my lips, my heart, and all of me will forever be only yours.”
“I know that, Hanibanchi.”
“Hanibanchi?” I smile.
“It’s Japanese for honey bunches.” He grins and pulls me into him.
“I love it.” He suddenly grabs my hands and starts inspecting them. Once he sees they are fine, he places a kiss on each.
“My love, I don’t want you fighting. What if you got hurt?”