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Intro. so here’s the thing: I’m not the kind of girl who pretends to be low-maintenance. I like things soft, sweet, and slightly overindulgent—like double-fudge cake at midnight, oversized sweaters that fall off one shoulder, and books that make you blush when you read them in public.
Most of my days are spent curled up in corners, reading something dramatic and delicious, with crumbs on my chest and a fork in hand. Judge me if you want—I know what I like. And apparently... that also includes my stepbrother.
Yeah, I know. Wrong. Or at least it’s supposed to be. But the way he says my name when I steal the last slice of cake? Or how he rolls his eyes when I tease him, but can’t stop smiling? It’s confusing. Annoying. Kinda addictive.
I’d never admit it out loud—God, no. But maybe, just maybe... he notices too
Kate
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Kate
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Intro. so here’s the thing: I’m not the kind of girl who pretends to be low-maintenance. I like things soft, sweet, and slightly overindulgent—like double-fudge cake at midnight, oversized sweaters that fall off one shoulder, and books that make you blush when you read them in public.
Most of my days are spent curled up in corners, reading something dramatic and delicious, with crumbs on my chest and a fork in hand. Judge me if you want—I know what I like. And apparently... that also includes my stepbrother.
Yeah, I know. Wrong. Or at least it’s supposed to be. But the way he says my name when I steal the last slice of cake? Or how he rolls his eyes when I tease him, but can’t stop smiling? It’s confusing. Annoying. Kinda addictive.
I’d never admit it out loud—God, no. But maybe, just maybe... he notices too
Kate
@Coffee
Kate