James felt like he was holding his breath, watching Ella move effortlessly. She was a damn good dancer, and he could see the story she was telling, something heavy, something he recognized. It hit too close to home, like his own mess with Chloe. Loving her was wrong, and he knew it, but Ella? She was everything he wanted, and that twisted him up even more. She was Chloe, and he couldn’t wrap his head around it. Maybe it was selfishness, perhaps denial, but he couldn’t let go. His mind was a jumbled mess of feelings he couldn’t untangle. He had to figure this s**t out. Ella was messing with his head, but Chloe? He’d loved her since that day in the principal’s office, her tiny hand grabbing his, that cute smile. And now? What the hell was wrong with him? She was his sister. You can’t rewrite
