"We do share a special connection, Ellie," he replied wistfully while staring at the house in his direct line of sight.
"Yeah, so very special. So special, in fact, that I don't know if I even want you in my wedding."
He turned to her, his face screwed up into a frown. "You're getting married?"
"Why, yes I am, Bro. I guess you didn't know, on account of that special connection we share no doubt."
"Ellie..."
Grating her teeth, she shot a tearful look into his remorseful eyes.
He cupped her lightly-freckled cheek and whispered as truthfully as possible, "I love you."
A ferocious throb joggled Ellie's breasts. A potent shiver that very much resembled those shudders from yesterday briskly followed, yet it wasn't one of lust, she was positive. It was something else... much more powerful.
