Julia's POV:
Assurance isn't something I need in this relationship.
Something I don't need and deserve with how I behave downstairs.
"Hungry?" Marcelo asks.
I could feel his heartbeats on my palm. "Yeah."
"Wanna go?"
"It's getting late. You sure you can drive?"
He ran his fingers through my hair, "Yeah."
"What is it?"
"Angelina-"
"You're ruining my mood."
"Angelina-" he continues, "is nothing more than a sister to me."
"Last time I checked, sisters don't want to bang their brothers, except-"
"in Alabama," he said at the same time as me.
"Stop that."
Marcelo smiles, "Kinda have to."
A little joke can steer the conversation from going south, which was where it was heading.
He exhales, "You don't believe me."
My silence says it all.
After we got dressed, Marcelo held my han
