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the sound of his sister’s door clicking shut was a groan in the dead quiet of the hall, and in his arms, she went statue still, every deliciously soft curve of her body locking up in a wave of pure, unadulterated panic. "that was close," he finally breathed out, tension slowly leaving his shoulders as he relaxed back against the pillows. "maybe this is a sign we should stop." he turned to face her fully, his expression serious in the dim blue light filtering through the blinds. he could just make out the worried furrow of her brow. "do you want to stop?" it was the kind of question that tasted like a lie and felt like the only truth either of them had ever known, an addictive poison they both craved.
