TANGLED BETWEEN BROTHERS
Every small movement, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the tilt of his head toward me, the slight hitch in his breath when my fingers brushed his skin made it impossible to think clearly.
“Almost done,” I said softly, dabbing gently at the last of the dried blood.
“Nicole…” His voice was lower now, closer, more intimate.
I looked up, meeting his eyes, and for a moment, time seemed to freeze.
The distance between us felt electric, like every unspoken thought had gathered in this one fragile, tension-filled space.
I moved a little closer, my hand still brushing his jaw, and his breath hitched when I applied a bit more pressure to the bruise.
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