Chapter Three: Crossing the Line
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The world outside was still asleep when Camilla slipped out of bed, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. The events of last night played on a loop in her head—Ethan’s touch, his whispered words, the way his forehead had rested against hers as if she were the only thing anchoring him to the present. It was reckless, maybe even foolish, but she didn’t care. Not anymore.
Pulling on a thin cardigan over her tank top, she padded quietly downstairs, hoping to find a moment of peace before the inevitable chaos of the morning set in. But as soon as she reached the kitchen, she found him there—Ethan, leaning against the counter, nursing a cup of coffee.
Her breath hitched.
His hair was damp, likely from a shower, and he wore a plain gray T-shirt that stretched over his toned frame, along with sweatpants that sat low on his hips. The sight of him, so effortlessly perfect, sent a fresh wave of longing through her. He hadn’t noticed her yet, his gaze distant as he stared into his coffee.
“Couldn’t sleep?” she asked, her voice breaking the silence.
Ethan looked up, surprised, but the moment his eyes met hers, something unspoken passed between them. His grip on the coffee mug tightened. “Not really.”
Camilla hesitated for a beat before stepping further into the kitchen. The air between them was thick with something unnameable, something neither of them was quite ready to confront. She reached for a glass from the cupboard, but as she stretched up on her toes, she felt the heat of him behind her.
Her heart pounded as his hand brushed hers, grabbing the glass before she could.
“You’re too short for this,” he murmured, setting the glass down in front of her.
Camilla turned slowly, her pulse racing. “And you’re too close.”
Ethan didn’t move. If anything, he seemed even more rooted in place, his dark eyes searching hers. “You need to understand something, Cam.” His voice was low, husky. “I’m trying damn hard to do the right thing here.”
She swallowed. “And what is the right thing?”
He exhaled, running a hand through his damp hair. “Walking away. Pretending last night never happened.”
A lump formed in her throat, but she forced herself to hold his gaze. “Is that what you want?”
Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. Then, finally, he muttered a curse under his breath. “No.”
Before she could process his words, he closed the small gap between them, his fingers grazing her jaw. “You drive me insane, Camilla,” he admitted, his voice raw. “I’ve spent years convincing myself that you were just Jake’s little sister. That what I felt didn’t matter. But it does. And that terrifies me.”
Her breath caught. “Ethan—”
He silenced her with the softest brush of his lips against hers. It was hesitant at first, as if he was testing the boundary he was about to cross. But then she melted into him, her hands gripping the fabric of his shirt, and he deepened the kiss, all restraint crumbling in an instant.
She felt the desperation in the way his hands cradled her face, the way his body pressed against hers, as if he’d been starving for this moment just as much as she had. The taste of coffee lingered on his lips, mixing with something uniquely Ethan, and it made her dizzy.
They broke apart only when the need for air became undeniable. Foreheads resting against each other, they breathed in the shared space between them.
“This is a mistake,” he murmured, but there was no conviction in his voice.
Camilla traced her fingers along his jawline. “Then why does it feel so right?”
Ethan’s hands tightened on her waist. “Because it is.”
A sudden noise from upstairs made them jolt apart. Camilla’s stomach dropped as she recognized the heavy footsteps—Jake. Panic flickered in Ethan’s eyes before he quickly stepped away, creating a safe distance between them.
The kitchen door swung open, and Jake walked in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. “Morning,” he grumbled, barely glancing at them as he made a beeline for the coffee pot.
Camilla forced herself to act normal, though her heart was still racing. “Morning.”
Ethan cleared his throat, his voice steady despite the tension still thrumming between them. “Hey, man.”
Jake poured himself a coffee, finally turning to face them. “Didn’t think you’d be up this early,” he said to Ethan. “Figured you’d still be passed out after last night.”
Ethan shrugged. “Old habits. The army kind of ruins sleeping in.”
Jake chuckled. “Fair enough.” He leaned against the counter, taking a sip of his coffee before turning his attention to Camilla. “You excited for the graduation party later?”
She nodded, forcing a smile. “Yeah. It should be fun.”
Jake smirked. “Good. Just don’t get too drunk, little sister. Mom will kill you if you embarrass yourself.”
Camilla rolled her eyes. “I think I can handle myself.”
Jake snorted. “We’ll see about that.”
Ethan remained quiet, but Camilla felt the weight of his gaze on her, lingering just a second too long. She knew this wasn’t over—not even close. They had crossed a line, one that neither of them could pretend didn’t exist anymore.
And no matter how much Ethan tried to fight it, she wasn’t going to let him run this time.
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