The line I couldn't cross

chapter 4: tangled threads

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Here’s your Chapter 4 from The Line I Couldn’t Cross, served hot and forbidden:

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Chapter 4: Tangled Threads

The Founders Day Festival arrived like a whirlwind. Booths lined the streets, paper lanterns floated above the town square, and the scent of kettle corn and fried dough wrapped around everything like a warm blanket. Children ran wild, couples danced to live music, and the entire town buzzed with joy.

But Hina couldn’t breathe.

Because Jordan was everywhere.

He helped set up the tents, carried heavy crates, and worked the crowd like a man trying to blend in. But every time their eyes met across the square, Hina felt like the only one he could see.

She wore a soft yellow sundress, her curls pinned up with delicate gold clips. She felt pretty. But also exposed.

“You look amazing,” Lola said, handing her a lemonade.

“Thanks. So do you.”

“And if my brother stares any harder, he might catch fire,” Lola added with a laugh, completely unaware of the war raging beneath Hina's smile.

Hina choked on her drink. “What?”

“He’s been watching you all day. Not that I blame him. If I didn’t know you were like, my soul twin, I’d be suspicious.”

Hina laughed nervously. “Jordan and me? Come on. He sees me like a kid sister.”

Lola snorted. “Please. That man sees nothing sisterly about you.”

Hina wanted the ground to open and swallow her whole.

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As dusk fell, the music changed, soft and slow under the fairy lights. A band played from the gazebo, couples swaying on the grass. Hina wandered near the lake, needing a break from the chaos.

Of course, Jordan followed.

“You’re avoiding me,” he said from behind.

She didn’t turn. “I’m trying not to ruin your sister’s favorite day.”

He stepped beside her, his gaze gentle. “We’re not ruining anything.”

She finally faced him. “Jordan, she literally just told me she’d suspect something if we weren’t so close.”

“Then she already knows.”

“She doesn’t know everything.”

He moved closer. Close enough that his hand brushed hers. Neither of them pulled away.

“She will eventually,” he said. “And when she does, I’d rather be able to tell her it was real than lie and say it wasn’t anything.”

Hina’s voice cracked. “It’s not just her. It’s this town. It’s the way everyone watches. It’s…”

“It’s fear,” he said.

She nodded.

“But fear isn’t a good enough reason to keep pretending we don’t want this.”

His fingers laced with hers.

She should have pulled away. She didn’t.

Under the soft glow of string lights and moonlight, he leaned in. Slowly. Carefully. As if giving her every chance to stop him.

She didn’t.

Their lips met. A soft, tentative kiss that deepened like a storm breaking. Her fingers gripped his shirt, his hands curved around her waist, and the world slipped away. No festival. No town. Just him.

When they broke apart, breathless, he rested his forehead against hers.

“Tell me you don’t feel that,” he whispered.

“I do,” she breathed. “That’s the problem.”

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Later that night, Hina lay in bed, lips still tingling from the kiss. Her phone buzzed.

Lola: Come over tmrw. Need girl time. Bring snacks. I have gossip.

Hina stared at the message.

She kissed her best friend’s brother.

And now, she was walking into the lion’s den with secrets sticky on her skin.

The line wasn’t just cracking now.

It was gone.

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