New Brother(New Brother: His Dirty Little Secret)
The rough texture tickled my fingertips, a stark contrast to the deceptive softness of his lips.
"How come you look so angelic," I whispered, my voice barely a breath, "when you have such a blackened heart?" My thumb ghosted over his lips—too soft, too dangerous. "Shouldn't you look ugly?" I murmured, half to myself. "That would make more sense. But no. Of course not. That would be too easy."
I hesitated, voice dropping even lower. "I wish you weren't this pretty... then maybe it would be easier to stay away—"