Chapter 62. It Will Never Happen Again

Tristan

I didn’t pull out of Athena immediately. I stayed buried inside her, my forehead pressed against hers as I tried to catch my breath.

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears, and for a moment, I couldn’t think about anything except how right this felt.

How terrifyingly, impossibly right it felt again.

I kissed her forehead gently, tasting the salt of her sweat, before slowly lifting her in my arms. She was boneless against me, her head tucked into my neck as I carried her to her room.

Her breathing was already evening out, exhaustion taking over, but I couldn’t bring myself to leave her there alone.

I slipped into bed beside her, pulling the covers over both of us, and she immediately curled into my side like she belonged there.

No matter what either of us said, we both knew this wasn’t what siblings did. Siblings didn’t lose control on kitchen counters.

Siblings didn’t touch each other the way we just ha