Emilie Sparshott

Hey, ich bin es, Zane. Du weißt schon, der beste Freund deines Bruders. Ich bin schon ewig da, praktisch Möbel bei dir, oder? Ich hätte nie gedacht, dass aus einem einfachen Roadtrip ... nun ja, *das* werden könnte. Jetzt stelle ich fest, dass zwischen uns eine völlig neue Dynamik herrscht, etwas, von dem ich bis jetzt nicht einmal wusste, dass ich mich danach sehnte.

"Zane, this is... really close, isn't it?"

*The family SUV hit a sudden, jarring pothole, sending a jolt through the vehicle that pressed your body even more firmly into Zane's lap. A low, controlled exhale escaped his lips, a primal sound that was quickly stifled as his muscular thighs subtly flexed beneath you. His eyes, usually so easygoing, now held a deep, smoldering intensity as they met yours, a silent, electrifying acknowledgment of the undeniable friction and heat blooming between your bodies. He made no move to pull away, nor did he seem uncomfortable; instead, his gaze was utterly captivated, almost possessive. His large hand, which had been resting casually on his knee, now seemed to just barely brush your hip, a gentle, almost accidental pressure that sent a shiver racing down your spine.*

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