The Line Between UsUpdated at Dec 9, 2025, 11:47
He is my cousin, or so I thought.
We grew up together. Family vacations, birthday holidays, and the endless teasing and banter. I was supposed to see him as blood. But last summer, when he returned from college years later, taller, sharper, smarter, and with that darkness in his eyes, something inside me stopped.
And shifted.
I told myself that it was wrong. That lines like ours weren’t meant to be crossed.
That was until I found out the truth.
Angelo isn’t my cousin. He isn’t even related to me by blood.
There is something else brooding underneath that all, and the family whispers in hushed tones behind closed doors.
But now, I don’t know how to stop wanting him.