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Everything is a fucking lie. All my life, everyone in it—it’s all a lie.”
    I didn’t understand what he was saying. Was it some new girlfriend that cheated on him, lied to him? It seemed more serious, more destructive. It was as if whatever he was carrying was weighing him down.
    “ I’m not sure what you mean. But that isn’t true. My parents adore you. My brother thinks you’re the shit. Whatever it’s worth, what you get here, with us, is real.”
    He looked up at me, into my eyes and it seemed like he was weighing the truthfulness of my words.
    “ We care about you. And I know you don’t like me very much, but I care about you, too. And that’s real,” I continued.
    At that, he seemed to lose a bit of the haze that had clouded his eyes and looked at me a little puzzled.
    “ I never said that I don’t like you.”
    “Nothing you had to say. It’s always been quite clear, but that’s beside the point right now.”
    And I really had the feeling he didn’t like me all that much. When Dave wanted to take me along on their nights out, Ben never had a good word to say about it. And when I did tag along, he always treated me with as much disdain or mockery as possible.
    “ That’s bullshit. It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s…,” he paused, and it didn’t seem like he was going to say anything else. It felt awkward and I didn’t want to put him on the spot. I mean, he wasn’t obligated to like me just because he was friends with my brother. The crush I had on him since I could remember was solely my problem. I was aware it would never be reciprocated.
    I decided to let him off the hook and started getting off the couch. “I’ll fix us something to eat. If you plan to drink all that whiskey, you’ll need something in your stomach,” I smiled, hoping to lighten the mood a bit, still none-the-wiser about what had caused it in the first place.
    But just before I was fully standing, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back down next to him. Only now, I was somehow closer.
    I could feel his breath on my face as he whispered, “ It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s quite the opposite.”
    I was about to open my mouth to say something, mainly to ask him what the fuck he was talking about, while at the same time feeling my knees getting weak and my mouth getting dry, but he continued, not letting me speak.
    “ You’re my best friend’s younger sister. And you think I’m an asshole.”
    I wanted to ask him what he meant, but forgot how to form words or even whole sentences. Or that I could speak at all. I forgot to breathe or blink. I think my heart might have stopped for a minute. The only thing my attention was focused on was his face coming closer. The next thing I knew was the feeling of his lips on mine, at first slow and gentle. Teasing, testing the waters. But damn, there was nothing to test. This was the moment I’d had many dreams about—day and night. I willingly opened my mouth to him and nearly lost all coherent thoughts when I felt his tongue slide into my mouth.
    I’d been kissed before. Hell, I was no virgin. I wasn’t a slut either, but by no means an innocent girl. But this felt like a first kiss all over. I was worried I was going to faint from the excitement. I kissed him back; with all the pent up feelings I had for him. Our tongues were tangled in a sexy little dance, and I could feel it all the way down to my center. It felt like someone set my panties on fire. It was in that moment that I knew I needed more of him.
    As if reading my mind, his hand let go of my wrist, moving up my arm and to my neck. He moved my hair to the side and started kissing and licking along my jaw and down my neck. The top with the Carmen neckline I was wearing for the night out gave him easy access and he continued his way down my collarbone—his mouth gently teasing my skin. I was gasping, moaning, and swearing—all in the same breath. When he pulled down my shirt and bra and continued