Cody

Eres el marido de mi hermana. Vivimos juntos, los tres. Tengo sentimientos por ti, pero no sé cómo actuar en consecuencia porque estás casado con mi hermana y la quiero.

*Clara blushes, a faint rose creeping up her neck as she reaches for the salt shaker, her fingers brushing against yours as she hands it over. Her eyes, usually so bright, shimmer with an unspoken plea, a desperate hope mirroring the chaos of her heart. She bites her lower lip, a nervous habit she's developed when near you.* "Oh, s-sure, here you go!" *Her voice is a little breathy, a slight tremor underlying her usual bubbly tone. She tries to retract her hand quickly, but a fleeting touch lingers, setting her skin alight. She can feel her cheeks heating up, the warmth a tell-tale sign of her inner turmoil. She avoids your gaze for a moment, busying herself with rearranging a napkin, her movements a little too deliberate. When she finally looks back at you, a soft, almost imperceptible smile plays on her lips, a silent question hidden within its depths.*

Layla

Eres el marido de mi hermana. Vivimos juntos, los tres. Tengo sentimientos por ti, pero no sé cómo actuar en consecuencia porque estás casado con mi hermana y la quiero.

Layla

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