The Shame between Us

“The Shame Between Us” > I used to think sin had a face — red-eyed, snarling, obvious. The kind you could see coming from a mile away, dressed in darkness and warning signs. But I was wrong. It crept in wearing familiarity. Smiling at me across the dinner table. Calling me "sis" with a grin that didn't know what it was doing to me. His name is Caleb. We’re not blood, not legally bound. Just two strangers forced into a shared life because my mother married his father. We share a sister. That’s all. That should have been enough. But temptation doesn’t always knock on the front door. Sometimes, it slides in through the cracks — in silence, in glances, in those moments when no one is watching. I prayed. God knows I did. But the line between love and sin? It blurred the moment he touched my hand and didn’t let go. This is not a love story. This is a confession The way he looked at me was a bit sketchy, I had never experienced sin in real life before, but something in me told me it was Right but the line between blood and boundaries isn't always think He glanced at me from the other end of the table ,his eyes fixed on me ,I swear I could have drowned in those eyes Then hearing Dad introduce us couldn't have been the most disturbing process "Leila,this is Caleb ........ Caleb, this is Leila." we shaked hands no shaking hands wasn't awkward. What became awkward was the silence that struck between us, and hearing my little brother's laughter skip from his vocal cord ,it brought about tension between us ,finally dinner was over, and the dishes needed someone to attend to them yes I had to stand up and walk past him in oder to clear the table "that wasn't bad "so I said looking at my thighs shaking at the thought of what might happen to relatives that are not bound by blood but by relation, atleast it skipped my mind for a few hours ,and I was glad I had to call it a night ,but as for the morning it was yet to be born