We didn’t kiss that night. We held hands. Just sat there, fingers intertwined, breathing the same air and trying to figure out what came next.
"You don't have to perform," I said, sitting down next to her. No blanket. No stolen coffee. Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final- -Completed-
Ren laughs. The final line: "And for the first time, the hallway between our rooms felt like a bridge, not a border." We didn’t kiss that night