LOVE AGAIN ❤️

UPSTAIRS TEMPTATION

Britney and Charlotte left us standing there. I glanced at my brother, who gave me a wink and a smirk.

"Little bro, I’m heading to the gym," Axel said, strolling toward his car.

"Alright. See you later," I called after him.

"Yeah, you too," he replied, then turned to Sandra with a sly grin. "Angel."

"Same here," she said softly, returning the smile.

When Axel drove off, the balcony felt quieter—just Sandra and me now. I reached for her hand, but she shifted slightly, moving my touch away.

"What’s wrong?" I asked.

"What if your dad or mum walks in?" she whispered, glancing around.

I chuckled. "Relax. My parents don’t live here. This is the children’s house—nobody comes without permission."

Sandra’s shoulders dropped a little, but her gaze lowered. "Sometimes I wish my parents were rich like yours," she said. "Then I could choose what I want… not just settle for what’s there."

Something in her voice made me pause. "Hey, you’ve got me now," I said, tilting her chin up. "I’ll take care of you."

Her eyes widened. "Are you serious?"

"Always," I said with a grin.

"Thank you," she murmured, her smile soft and almost shy.

I leaned in, brushed my lips over hers, slow and deliberate. She kissed me back, hesitant at first, but I didn’t push. I pulled away before she could feel me judging her technique—no need to hurt her feelings.

"What do you want to eat?" I asked, letting the moment breathe.

"Anything at all," she replied.

"Fries and orange juice?"

"Perfect."

As we headed toward the kitchen, faint sounds drifted to us—soft laughter, murmured words, and then a breathy, "I love you… so much."

Sandra froze mid-step. "Do you hear that?"

I smirked knowingly. "Yeah. That’s Brittany and my sister."

Her eyes widened. "Wait… they’re—"

"Together? Yeah," I said, cutting in. "They’ve been for a while. They make each other happy."

Sandra’s blush deepened, and she looked away quickly.

"You can wait here," I told her with an easy grin. "I’ll get the food. Trust me… they’ll be busy for a while."

She hesitated, then asked softly, "Or… we could just go upstairs?"

That caught my attention. I stepped closer, letting my hand rest at the small of her back. "You sure?"

Her gaze dropped, but she nodded.

We walked up the wide staircase, my arm brushing hers the whole way. The air between us was different now—charged. I opened my bedroom door and let her step inside first.

She looked around, her eyes landing on the wall of books, the big window, the king-sized bed. "It’s… beautiful," she said quietly.

"There’s a fridge in here," I told her. "Still want that orange juice?"

She turned to me with a shy smile. "Maybe later."

I crossed the room slowly, closing the door behind me. "Then I guess we’ll have to find something else to do."

Her breath hitched as I took her hand and pulled her gently toward me. This time, when I kissed her, she didn’t hold back.

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