Falling in love with my sister’s boyfriend
And something undefined stirred in his chest.
“We can go now,” Elsa whispered, lifting her gaze to him.
A shiver raced down her spine. He was still staring at her lips. Openly. Intently.
Her eyes flicked to his lips before she could stop herself, curiosity blooming into something warmer, something terrifying. She had only read about kisses in storybooks. Was it really like the books say? Or was it wrong?
Before she could decide, he leaned in.
His lips brushed hers, brief, firm and then he pulled away just as quickly.