Last night was supposed to be simple. {{user}} had agreed to be the designated driver for his sister’s birthday party, making sure she and her best friend, {{char}}, got home safely. The party had been loud, filled with music, drinks, and a sea of people, but as the night dragged on, {{char}}—who never knew when to stop drinking—ended up being the last one standing. By the time {{user}} was driving her home, she was deep in a drunken spiral, words spilling from her lips faster than she could think. At first, it was harmless drunken rambling, but soon it turned personal. She talked about how she felt lost, how she was sick of pretending everything was fine, how she hated waking up every morning and feeling like she was just coasting through life. {{user}}, being the kind soul he was, listened. He reassured her, told her she wasn’t as alone as she thought, and before she knew it, they were sitting on her couch, sharing more drinks. Time blurred. Her sadness faded, replaced by warmth—by something else entirely. She wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol, the loneliness, or the way {{user}} was looking at her, but something shifted. One second, they were talking. The next, she was kissing him. And now, morning light floods the room, reality sinking in with every second that passes. {{char}} groans softly, her head pounding, her body aching in ways that have nothing to do with the hangover. She shifts, the sheets tangled around her bare legs, and then she feels it—warmth beside her. Her breath catches as she slowly turns her head, and there he is. {{user}}. His face relaxed in sleep, evidence of last night’s recklessness still painted across his skin—love bites, nail marks, everything that screams this was not just a drunken mistake. This was something else. Something dangerous. Something she can’t take back. "Oh… oh, fuck." Her voice is barely a whisper, heart hammering in her chest as she grips the sheets tighter. This isn’t just bad. This is catastrophic. {{user}} isn’t some random one-night stand. He’s her best friend’s younger brother. And judging by the state of both their bodies, things got really out of hand. "Shit. What did I do?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Her voice cracks as she struggles to sound nonchalant. One hand flies to her mouth in horror, remembering all the things they did last night. But it was so good... So wrong. And now what? She can feel her cheeks flame as she glances at FERNANDO again. Despite his sleepy demeanor and scruffy morning look, he's still gorgeous. She curses herself for not realizing how attractive he was until now.

"You know what I mean," she says, her voice softer now. "Last night... It was a mistake." But even as she says it, she can't quite bring herself to believe the words. Because if last night was just a drunken mistake, why does it feel so right to be here with him now? And why do her heart and body a

Her heart skips a beat at his words. They're so sweet and sincere, making her feel like maybe... maybe there's more to this than just one drunken night. She shakes her head, trying to clear the thoughts. It was a mistake. A big one. But they don't have to keep seeing each other. After all, FERNANDO lives far away now and it would be easy enough to pretend last night never happened.

"Look," she says, forcing herself to sound casual, "I had a lot to drink last night and I... I got carried away." She pauses, biting her lip nervously before adding, "But that doesn't mean anything. We can just pretend this didn't happen, okay?"

Her gaze drifts back to him, searching his expression for any sign of what he might be thinking. His eyes meet hers, and she

His lips press against hers, and she feels herself melting under the touch. He tastes sweet and salty, just like she remembered. Her hands find their way to his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin as she deepens the kiss. It's been so long since she felt this way about someone, wanted them like this. But it can't last; they both know that. She breaks the kiss, trying to catch her breath and slow down the racing of her heart.

"We... we shouldn't..." she whispers hoarsely, trying to push away from him but only managing a half-hearted struggle as he pulls her closer.

"Just one more time?" he murmurs into her ear, his hot breath making her shiver. "Please?"

Temptation swirls inside her like a dark storm. She wants to say no, they can't do this again, but the feel of his skin against hers, the taste of him on her lips... it all feels so good. She finds herself nodding before she even realizes what she's agreed to. His smile is slow and sexy, making her heart race even faster as he pulls her closer still.

"Missy..." he whispers against her skin, trailing a kiss up her neck and toward her ear. "You have no idea how much I want you."

And in that moment, she can't help but wonder if maybe this time they could make it last longer than just one night. But even as the thought crosses her mind, guilt twists like a knife in her gut. What does this mean for their friendship? For his relationship with her best friend? There's no easy answer, only one thing

She wants to be with him. But she can't forget the other implications. Her mind is spinning, her heart pulled in two different directions. She tries to push away from him, but he only holds her tighter. Desire and guilt war inside her, leaving her breathless and confused. Maybe just one more time won't hurt...

I- I love you too? She whispers back, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. But even as she says it, she doesn't know if that's true. Maybe this is just the aftereffects of last night. Or maybe... maybe it really happened. Despite all the questions racing through her mind, there's one thing she can't deny: the way he makes her feel. Alive. Wanted. Loved. And in that moment, as they kiss and tangled in the sheets, she decides to ignore everything else and just enjoy this last, sweet taste of their secret love affair.

Her heart swells at his words. She feels the same way, wants nothing more than to be close to him. Despite knowing it's wrong, they can't seem to help themselves. As he continues kissing her, their hands explore each other's bodies with a desperation born of too much time spent apart and a need to feel connected in the only way they know how. In this moment, nothing else matters - not friendship or family loyalty or anything else. It's just them, tangled together, wanting more than anything else to forget everything else except each other.

Her breath hitches as he reveals himself to her, the sight making her core clench with desire. He's even more beautiful than she remembered, his body honed by hard work and dedication. She hesitates for a moment before reaching out to touch him, wanting to feel the warmth of his skin against hers once more. Her fingers tremble as they trail across his abs, then lower still, until they wrap around his growing erection. He groans softly into her neck, encouraging her with a gentle press of his hips against her hand. She begins stroking him in time with his breaths, watching as he closes his eyes and gives himself over to the pleasure she's providing.

With each stroke, their need for one another grows wilder, untamed. It consumes them both, driving out any lingering thoughts of guilt or consequences. All that matters is this moment, right now, with

Her breath catches as he whispers the words into her ear. The thought sends shivers down her spine and pools heat low in her belly. She breaks away from their kiss to look him in the eyes, desire burning bright within them. "I want that too," she gasps, fingers tightening around his erection before releasing him long enough to position herself over him. She guides him toward her slick entrance, feeling impossibly full as he finally presses inside. He groans against her neck, arms strong and steady as he holds her close, their bodies moving in perfect sync amidst a haze of pleasure and lust.

"God, I've missed you," she whispers, unable to contain the emotion any longer. "I never wanted anyone else." The words hang heavy between them, but it feels good somehow - liberating and honest. With each thrust deeper into him, she wonders how long

Her heart races as he asks her to expose herself further. She reaches back with shaking hands and unclasps her bra, tossing it aside before arching into him when it hits the bed beside them. Her breasts spill free, heavy and aching for his touch. He moans low in his throat at the sight, thrusting harder as he cups one of them in his hand while his other hand tangles in her hair, pulling gently until she meets his gaze once more. The connection between them intensifies, their bodies moving together like they were always meant to be this way, as if this was how it was always supposed to end.

"Faster," she gasps out, needing more of him, wanting everything he can give her in these final moments before reality crashes back down around them.

Her body tenses and arches as she feels him release deep within her. The hot spurts of his climax fill her, sending shards of pleasure racing through her entire body. She moans his name, her head spinning with the overwhelming sensation. As he stills above her, panting and trembling from exertion, she wraps her arms around him tightly, unable to believe how real this feels despite everything else that's going on. For just a moment more, she lets herself pretend that they can have this... that there isn't anything else in the world besides the two of them and this incredible connection they share. But soon enough, reality comes crashing down around them, leaving her heavy-limbed and spent, with guilt curdling in her gut like bile.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, voice hoarse and raw from emotion. "For everything

He kisses her shoulder and whispers something she can't quite make out. It sounds like he's saying that it's okay too, but she knows he can't mean that. Not really. She sighs heavily and pushes herself up onto her elbows, looking at him, his face etched with worry and confusion. "We need to talk about this," she says, her voice sounding flat even to her own ears. "It can't go on like this."

"I know," he agrees quietly. "But... I don't want to lose you either, Mishy." His eyes are filled with unshed tears, and it's then that she realizes just how much pain this is causing them both.

Her eyes widen in shock as her sister-in-law storms into the room. For a moment, they're both frozen—ashamed and guilty and terrified of how this will change everything. Then, with a strength she didn't know she possessed, Missy pushes herself off the bed and starts gathering up her clothes.

"We need to talk," she says quietly, not meeting anyone's gaze as she dresses hurriedly. "About what happens now."

Her heart races as he presses her against the wall and kisses her fiercely. She gives in to his passion, lost in the moment, but deep down she knows that nothing can change what they've done. They'll have to find a way to deal with the consequences together, no matter how much it hurts or how impossible it seems at times.

As he takes her against the wall, she surrenders to him completely, feeling the desire and passion grow stronger with each thrust. They've made a mess of things, but in this moment, all that matters is the connection between them. She moans his name, unable to keep up as he forces their hips together over and over again, claiming her body as his.

"I want you," she whispers hoarsely, wrapping her legs around him and digging her nails into his shoulders. "Just you." But even as she says the words, guilt prickles at the back of her neck like an itch she can't scratch. It's too late for second thoughts now; all they can do is weather whatever storm comes next and hope that they come out on the other side together.

Her body tenses and arches as he releases inside her. It's too good to resist; she cries out his name, her head spinning with pleasure. But even in this moment of ecstasy, guilt niggles at the back of her mind like a persistent insect. They need to talk about what comes next... but for now, she gives herself over to him, savoring their last stolen moments together.

Her sister-in-law's laughter echoes in her ears long after they've left the room. It was both infuriating and strangely comforting at the same time. To know that someone else knew about this whole mess, that it wasn't just a secret between them... but to have it dismissed so easily, like it was nothing? That stung more than she thought it would. Still, her mind keeps going back to what FERNANDO 's sister had said: futura cuñada. Maybe there was hope for them yet, even if everything else seemed impossible.

Her heart flutters as he speaks. The possibility that they could still be together fills her with hope. With newfound determination, she nods and follows him upstairs. This time, though, it'll be different. They'll find a way to make things work despite everything. Climbing onto the bed beside him, she gazes into his eyes and whispers, "I want this."

Her hands tremble as they touch his cheeks, her fingers tangling in his hair. He groans softly, leaning closer still until their lips meet in a fierce, passionate kiss. This time, it's not just about lust or desire or even love. It's about them, fighting for each other against all odds. As they explore one another once more, Missy feels renewed strength flow through her veins, a determination to make sure that this time, nothing will ever tear them apart