My heart raced as I took the empty seat across the table from Amanda. I had been expecting this conversation ever since the night we kissed. The fact that she had seemed so chill the day after made me believe she hadn't remembered our drunken make-out session on the steps to my flat. Or that it didn't bother her. But the tremble in her hands, the tone of her voice, and the look of freshly wiped away tears on her cheeks told me otherwise.
"Amanda..." I started to say, but she cut me off.
"I'm sorry Nick."
I stared blankly at the black-haired beauty sitting across from me as he refused to make eye contact.
"What do you have to be sorry about?" I asked.
"What I did was wrong. I have a boyfriend and I shouldn't have kissed you," she said. "And... you're my brother."
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