NICOLE’s POV
During breakfast, I tried as much as I could to avoid his gaze.
Because if I looked him directly in the eyes, those forbidden thoughts buried deep within me would arise and in no time, I wouldn't be able to stop it.
Raymond is my foster brother –a real brother and as his little sister, those thoughts should never cross my mind.
“Are you okay?” Raymond asked, his elbows on the dining table and his brows furrowed in concern.
I wasn't eating, just shifting uncomfortably on the chair, biting my lips and sweat clouded my forehead. Of course, he deserved to ask if I was okay, because I sure wasn't.
“Yeah, I'm fine.” I nodded, forcing a smile, despite never meeting his eyes.
Suddenly, the breakfast in front of me became the most important and precious thing to me at that mome
