CHAPTER - 8

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ELLE

"You like that, baby?" He asked.

A soft moan escaped my lips, a response to the pleasure his mouth brought to my neck. Breathlessly, I managed to utter a single word, "Yes."

The warmth of his breath against my skin sent shivers down my spine, causing my body to tremble. A strange heat began to spread throughout me, igniting a tingling sensation that coursed through every inch of my being. Slowly, he traced his tongue from the nape of my neck to my cheeks, intensifying the electrifying feeling within me.

With a gentle brush of his lips against my cheeks, I felt a surge of excitement that sent my heart racing. As he pulled me up by my waist, lifting me onto my tiptoes, the world around us seemed to fade away. Our eyes locked, and I could see the desire burning in his gaze. The way he looked at me made my knees weak, and I could sense the undeniable attraction that existed between us.

My heart pounded in my chest, matching the rapid pace of my breaths.

It felt as though I was on a rollercoaster ride, with butterflies fluttering in my belly. I couldn't help but admire his tousled, dark hair, which added to his irresistibly sexy appeal.

My hands instinctively reached out to touch his face, my fingers grazing his skin as I stared into his deep, chocolate brown eyes. The taste of his lips lingered just inches away, teasing me with the promise of an unforgettable kiss. In that moment, he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him, and our lips finally... "Wakey-wakey, sis!" Liam yelled in my ears.

Before I could feel his soft lips on mine, I was abruptly yanked out of my dream by my brother Liam, as usual with little regards for my personal space.

I quickly sat up, blinking away the remnants of the dream and tried to compose myself. I could still feel the dream in my mind, as if everything happened was real.  It was so vivid and very very scandalous. Flushed and slightly disoriented, I tried to shake off the feeling, but my cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

I stumbled out of my bed, but my mind was still clouded by the vivid images of Cam, the passionate moment we shared that truly never happened. Nervously I started getting ready. I stood in front of the mirror, applying my makeup, adjusting my outfit, brushing my hair and took one last glance at myself. I made my way towards the car and settled in the passenger seat. The morning sun cast dappled shadows on the dashboard. "Ready?" Liam asked, his fingers twisting the car keys as he started the engine.

"Yeah."

I felt my cheeks flush with guilt and embarrassment, as if the dream was somehow a betrayal to my own brother's warnings.

The details of the dream were imprinted in my mind, the image of Cam's captivating eyes and charming smile refusing to fade away, as if etched deeply into my subconscious. I turned my gaze towards my brother, his hands firmly gripping the steering wheel. The mere thought of disapproval sent a pang of sadness through me. I couldn't bear the thought of disappointing him. Swallowing hard, I tried to push aside the intrusive thoughts.

The car came to a halt, interrupting my train of thought, as my brother's voice broke through. Stepping out of the car, I bid him goodbye and began making my way towards my classroom. As I reached the end of the hallway, where my locker was located, I spotted Cam leaning against it, with a wide smile adorning his face.

"Hi." He greeted, flashing his mischievous smile.

"You know, I'm starting to suspect these run-ins are intentional." I remarked.

Chuckling, he playfully teased. "And what if they were?" My eyebrows raised at his comment, instantly reminding me of the dream I had the previous night. I could feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment, desperately trying to maintain my composure, I forced a laugh.

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