itself in my throat, and all I can do is nod and gesture toward the staff parking lot. We wheel our bags in silence, and I do my best to walk in a straight line.
I feel dizzy. Overwhelmed. Light-headed.
This all seemed like a good idea when we were in New Haven. It seemed like the right thing to do.
Now, though? When Robbie’s on his way back across the country and Serena and I are alone?
I’m not so sure.
I help her put her bags in my car and slide into the driver’s seat, watching as she clicks her seat belt on and gives me a smile. “You good?”
I nod. “Yeah.” My voice is nothing more than a breathy rasp. Those leggings are painted over her perfect curves, and I just hope she doesn’t notice the bulge in my pants. My poor zipper.
The drive from Seattle to Woodvale takes a couple of hours. On a normal shift, I stay at the staff accommodations near the airport and only head back to Woodvale if I have at least a day off.
As we head out toward my hometown, Serena lets out a sigh.
“This is gorgeous.”
“Pretty gray and rainy out today.”
“Doesn’t matter,” she says. “I can imagine what it looks like in the spring and summer. I bet these forests are amazing.”
She smiles at me, and my heart does that heavy thumping again. I turn my head and keep my eyes on the road.
We don’t talk much. When we pull up outside my house, Serena smiles. Is it just me, or do her smiles seem brighter now? It’s like a weight has been lifted off her shoulders. She’s glowing.
When we walk inside the house, and I point her to the guest bedroom, Serena lets out a long sigh and throws her arms around me.
“You have no idea what this means to me, Kit,” she says, her voice muffled in my chest. Her arms wrap around me, holding me close.
Orange creamsicle. Sweet, citrus temptation.
My body rebels. Can she feel that bulge? I try to keep some distance between our crotches, but Serena holds me close, and I relent. I wrap my arms around her and return the hug, curling my fingers into her shirt and inhaling the scent of her perfume. Inhaling the scent of her.
I let out a soft groan, loving the way she feels in my arms. Serena shifts and looks up at me, her big, brown eyes shining. The gloss on her lips has worn off, and I watch her tongue slide out and lick her bottom lip.
My cock throbs. My zipper strains.
We’re alone here. No family. No Robbie. No prying eyes.
Reaching up toward me, Serena runs her fingers over my cheek.
“I need to shave,” I whisper, just to say something.
“I like your stubble,” she replies softly.
I stare into her eyes, and every fiber of my being wants to kiss her. She licks her plump lips again, and a soft sigh slips through my lips. One of her arms is still wrapped around me while the other traces circles over my temple, my cheek, my jaw.
My hands drift lower, resting on her lower back. She rolls her hips toward me, and I know she feels my hardness. How could she not? It throbs against her stomach, a bright beacon of exactly what she does to me. Every heartbeat pulses, showing her just how much I want her.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
Serena presses herself against me, letting her lips drop open. Her fingers trace the outline of my bottom lip, and I know we’re standing on a knife’s edge.
Would it be wrong to see this through? To crush my lips against hers and rip that loose hoodie off her body? To taste her skin and drag my tongue over every inch of her? To feel her sex and make her moan?
Yes.
It would be more than wrong. It would be the exact thing I despised about Finn. I’d be taking advantage of a situation where Robbie isn’t here and hooking up with his sister.
I can’t do that to Robbie. I can’t do that to myself. I’ve sat on my high horse for months, thinking I was right to be mad at Finn, and now I’m going to turn around and do the exact same thing?
No.
Pulling away, I clear my throat. “Sorry,” I rasp.
I don’t have to explain what I’m sorry about. Serena nods. “Yeah.” Her cheeks are pink and she ducks her head away from me. “You’re right. I’m sorry.”
“We shouldn’t…”
“I know.”
“Your brother…”
“I know, Kit.” Her eyes