Kenny’s face was clouded with anger as his veins bulged from frustration. “Why were you at the bar in the middle of the night? And why were you so close to some random guy?” The scene he had witnessed earlier was a painful wake-up call. For years, he had misjudged Maisy’s character.
“Kenny, I… please listen to me,” Maisy stammered, scrambling for an explanation. “I only went there a few months ago. Our family is a mess right now, and I’ve been so stressed lately. I can’t sleep because of everything weighing on me,” she said, trying to ease his suspicion.
Kenny’s eyes remained filled with doubt, his anger still simmering.
Maisy’s anxiety grew. She couldn’t let her family know about her late-night excursion. If they found out, they’d disown her in an instant. In a burst of panic, she threw her arms around Kenny, crying as she pressed her lips to his.
Kenny froze, his eyes wide with shock.
“Kenny, I like you,” Maisy whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. “I can’t bring myself to tell anyone about this secret. It’s been eating me alive. I was afraid you’d only see me as your sister, but… but I’ve fallen in love with you.”
Tears welled up in her eyes, and she slapped herself in frustration. “Kenny, please, just forget everything. I shouldn’t stay with you. I’m sorry for scaring you. I’ll hide my feelings and won’t tell anyone. I’ve had a few drinks, and I haven’t been sleeping well. You can just think of this as nonsense,” she said, her voice filled with self-reproach.
Kenny held her hand tightly. He was in no position to think clearly right now. “Don’t hit yourself. Just give me some time,” he said quietly.
Never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Maisy could have feelings for him like this.
“I love you so much,” Maisy continued, her voice tinged with guilt and despair. “I feel disgusting, and I can’t sleep because of it. I came here to get drunk, thinking that if I fell for someone else, maybe I could forget you. But when I kissed him… it felt completely wrong. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I—”
She trailed off and hugged him tightly, her voice cracking. “I’m sorry, Kenny.”
Kenny’s arms hung awkwardly for a moment before he slowly wrapped them around her.
“Don’t apologize. This isn’t your fault. Just give me some time,” he said softly.
Maisy’s heart skipped a beat, relieved that her confession hadn’t caused him to pull away. She knew her brothers too well and was certain that this would pass.
Meanwhile, Christopher was watching the video he had taken of Kenny and Maisy kissing. His face twisted with disgust.
“She’ll open her legs for anyone,” he thought bitterly. His mind quickly shifted to Skylar. He wanted to win her back, and the man she was seeing now wasn’t nearly as attractive as him. They shared a bond, a history, and he was sure that with enough sincerity, Skylar would forgive him.
The next morning, Skylar felt a wave of guilt as she made her way downstairs. Breakfast was simple—just a cup of milk and a plate of sandwiches on the table. But her thoughts were anything but simple.
She needed to escape. She wasn’t going to pretend that nothing had happened last night. Her mind was racing with questions she didn’t have the answers to.
As she was grabbing her purse and putting on her shoes, Joe’s voice rang out behind her. “Didn’t you say something about getting the first aid kit yesterday?”
Skylar froze, her heart leaping into her throat at the reminder. She took a deep breath, masking her panic with a forced smile. “First aid kit? What do you mean?” she asked, pretending it had completely slipped her mind.
Joe’s gaze never left her as he smirked. “Oh, you’ve forgotten? Do you need me to help you remember?”
Skylar’s smile faltered, but she quickly recovered. “Oh, it’s no bother. It’s probably not important since I forgot. I actually have a date with a friend to visit Charles today. I’ll see you later!” she said quickly, eager to escape.
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