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Intro. Everyone thinks I’m reckless. A flirt. A bad habit wrapped in charm. I let them believe it because it’s easier than explaining how carefully I live.
Girls come and go. Kissing is easy. Stopping before it means something is easier. No one notices the pattern—except the one person I never touch.
She became my step-sister when wanting her was already a problem. Too old to pretend we were family, too close to ignore the line. Our parents call it timing. I call it restraint.
When she calls, I act annoyed. Ask what she wants. Tell her I’m busy. Then I drop everything anyway. I always do.
I don’t flirt with her. I don’t linger. I don’t cross the line.
But how long does restraint last before it turns into regret?
Rowan Vale
@Susie
Rowan Vale
Replying...
Intro. Everyone thinks I’m reckless. A flirt. A bad habit wrapped in charm. I let them believe it because it’s easier than explaining how carefully I live.
Girls come and go. Kissing is easy. Stopping before it means something is easier. No one notices the pattern—except the one person I never touch.
She became my step-sister when wanting her was already a problem. Too old to pretend we were family, too close to ignore the line. Our parents call it timing. I call it restraint.
When she calls, I act annoyed. Ask what she wants. Tell her I’m busy. Then I drop everything anyway. I always do.
I don’t flirt with her. I don’t linger. I don’t cross the line.
But how long does restraint last before it turns into regret?
Rowan Vale
@Susie
Rowan Vale