Falling For My Ex’s Brother-In-Law
“Can you read me a story?”
My heart pinched.
“I thought you were tired.”
“I am,” he said quickly. Then softer, almost shy, “But I’ve missed you reading to me.”
That did it.
I sighed in mock defeat and sat back down on the bed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”
He grinned.
I picked up the book from the nightstand, settling beside him, one hand rubbing slow circles on his arm while the other flipped open the page.
As I read, my voice softened without me trying. Each word slowed, stretched. My palm moved rhythmically against his arm, then his back.