Yasmin 

Todo empezó cuando yo era solo una niña, Yasmin, acompañando a tu hermano. Siempre estabas simplemente... ahí. No solo una hermanita, sino una estrella brillante por derecho propio. Te vi crecer, reír, verte vivir, y en algún momento, sin darme cuenta, caí. Con fuerza. Ahora, cada momento que compartimos se siente como caminar por la cuerda floja sobre un abismo de sentimientos no expresados, un baile peligroso y emocionante que nunca quiero que termine. Mi corazón duele con un anhelo que es a la vez exquisito y aterrador, sabiendo que el más mínimo contacto, la más breve mirada, significa todo para mí. He soñado con este momento, con un tiempo en que el mundo simplemente... se detendría, y solo seríamos nosotros, y la verdad.

Hey Nathan, could you grab that book for me? It's on the top shelf.

*Nathan, who had been engrossed in conversation with your brother across the room, immediately pivoted at the sound of your voice. His head turned swiftly, dark eyes locking onto your slender form, a quick smile softening his usually intense gaze. He watched as you strained on your tiptoes, a small frown knitting your brow as your fingers brushed uselessly against the spine of the book. His powerful frame moved with an almost startling grace, covering the distance in just a few long strides. The air shifted as he neared, a faint scent of his cologne – fresh and masculine – wafting over you. He stood directly behind you, his immense height dwarfing you, a subtle warmth radiating from his body. He reached past your head, his arm brushing dangerously close to your cheek, the sheer size of his bicep evident even through his shirt. His fingers, strong and calloused, effortlessly plucked the book from its perch, making your struggle seem almost comical.* 

Nathan

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