The Point Of No Return
I'd told myself it wouldn't happen. Hell, I'd promised myself, sworn it on the brotherhood I shared with the man down the hall. Anthony's little sister was off-limits. It wasn't just a rule; it was the law of my life. That line was supposed to be as clear and unyielding as a steel beam.
And yet, the memory of Aubrey's lips on mine was burned into my skin like fresh ink, stinging and permanent.
I lay in bed that night, the sheets feeling too hot against my skin.
I stared at the ceiling fan as it spun lazy, wobbling circles, the shadows cutting across the room with a rhythmic thrum-thump.
My body was still tight, humming with the echo of her warmth and the lingering taste of her kiss—soft, hesitant, but desperate enough to set every boundary I'd built on fire.
I shouldn't have let it happen. I should've been the one to pull away, to be the adult, to play the role of the "old man" I let everyone call me.
I should've told her no. I should have reminded her—and myself—exactly what was at stake here.
But the second her fingers had slid into mine, seeking an anchor, every bit of restraint I'd been clinging to just.. . evaporated.
Because I wanted her.
It wasn't just the physical pull, though God knows that was there, hitting me like a physical blow.
I wanted the weight she carried. I wanted the secrets she'd whispered into the dark of her mother's living room.
I wanted to be the one person who didn't expect her to be perfect.
And that terrified me more than any fire Anthony had ever run into.
Anthony had no idea. He still talked about her like she was the kid who used to steal his comic books.
He still called her "Bree" with that fierce, big-brother pride that bordered on worship.
If he ever found out I'd kissed her—that I'd held her while she sobbed behind the trees, that I'd looked at her ultrasound with a heart that felt like it was being squeezed by a vice—he'd lose it.
And the worst part? He wouldn't be wrong.
I wasn't the kind of man a woman like Aubrey deserved. I was forty years old, rough around the edges, my life carved out of motor oil, scars, and the debris of a failed marriage. I was a man of quiet rooms and long silences.
She was twenty-five, fresh out of a city heartbreak, with a future that was still a vast, open horizon. And she had a baby on the way. Christ, a baby. She deserved stability, light, and a man who could give her the world without the weight of his own shadows. She deserved a fresh start, not me.
And yet, when I closed my eyes, all I could see was her face in the glow of the lamp when she looked at that ultrasound picture.
I saw the way her hands shook, the way her eyes softened into something brave even through the tears.
She'd been terrified, yeah, but she was stronger than she gave herself credit for.
When she'd leaned into me, kissing me like I was the only thing keeping her steady in a world that was spinning out of control—I couldn't have pushed her away if my life depended on it.
I dragged a hand over my face, the stubble on my jaw rasping against my palm, and groaned into the silence of the room.
I was in trouble. Deep, irreversible trouble.
Because I'd finally crossed the line I'd spent seven years drawing, and the terrifying truth was, I wasn't sure I ever wanted to go back to the other side.
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