He told me everything, what Dad had already shared, but what shocked me was that he had loved me all along.
“Why didn’t you tell me how you felt? You knew we weren’t related, legally.” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
“I knew you loved someone else, and I was terrified you’d hate me if you found out about my mental breakdown,” he replied with a shrug, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.
“So why did you bully me then?” I asked as we walked, side by side, towards home.
“Because it was the only way I could get your attention, to make you think about me, even if it meant you hated me,” he said with a mischievous smile.
I couldn’t help but smile back. “You know, my first kiss with Oliver felt like nothing. But yours? It sent electricity through me, butterflies and all. Even the second kiss
