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Unbreakable Ties (Ookami & Sumi)

Trent could believe how stupid he’d been. First he’d made the mistake of bringing Chloe to the one place he’d endanger himself, and then he’d let Elissa blabber on about the exact thing he’d wanted to keep secret. What was worse was that she’d not only revealed Charlotte as his ex-girlfriend, but additionally dug him a deeper grave by mentioning that she wasn’t the only ex he had. The way Elissa had phrased it had made it sound like he just had an odd fetish for girls with dark hair and blue eyes. Chloe meant a lot more to him than just her traits, and the thought that Chloe might think less of him or his feeling for her as nothing more than a physical attraction. He dreaded the thought of facing Chloe again, but at the same time he didn’t want to leave her to her own thoughts and conclusion. So he quickly scolded the waitress, explaining as little as he could to the young woman who just smiled at him knowingly the whole way through. Making Trent feel even more annoyed and embarrassed than he was already. Plus, there wasn’t anything he could help Elissa with seeing as how she hadn’t even taken their order yet. And even if she had, the only thing Trent would have been able to do is open a few tightly closed bottles, or shift around heavy sacks of food.

Returning to the table, he looked at Chloe nervously, afraid of whatever question would be shot his way. One arm stretching over his front and rubbing his other elbow as he glanced around the room sheepishly. “Uh, about what just happened….” He started, not knowing how to continue, he figured she’d want some sort of explanation, but there was no way of doing so without stirring up her brother theory again. “I know that probably looked really bad, and I’m sorry you had to hear it from someone else but….” He paused, walking over beside her chair and kneeling on the floor. Taking her hand with both of his and squeezing down on them reassuringly. “You’re the only person I want Chloe, the only person I’ll proudly state that I love” his face going as bright as his hair. He’d slept with several women and heard those words whispered to him countless times, but this was the first time he’d said it himself, and for a second he felt a bit guilty for brushing off the confessions of love he’d received in the past, as admitting such directly to the person’s face wasn’t an easy task. Opening his mouth to add to his comment, he was about to go all out, already as embarrassed as he could get, he figured he had no dignity to lose when he was once again interrupted…. By the same person.

“Hey lovebirds, I don’t mind you getting all mushy in my store but could you order something first?” the bubbly young girl chirped, poking her head out from the doorway that led to the kitchen out the back. It was clear from her expression she’d been listening in on the whole thing. Not having received an order, she didn’t have any work to do, and watching Trent and Chloe was certainly more interesting than hanging out the back and reading up on recipes she might not ever have the chance of using unless she started scraping in a few customers that would actually buy something.
 
Hearing Trent apologizing was one thing she actually appreciated, because it only meant he did care about what she would think of him. Sure, she was somewhat upset to know he had many girlfriends before, but the thought that she was his first crush all this time, and all the girls were chosen after the traits she shared, was enough to forgive him. On another hand, though, if she was to think about the fact that he probably slept with them... well, let's say that was a little misleading. In a perverted way.

Interrupting her wild imagination, she noticed he was suddenly kneeling by her side, holding her hand in an affectionate way. Needless to say she was left speechless once again, seeing him blushing and she too, blushing just at the sight of him. There was no doubt her older brother wasn't the same person she knew. In fact, she was now wondering if he had always carried these feelings for her. She was wondering, what would have happened if he would have never left the house. But what was the use of such thoughts anyway?

The brunette was about to speak when the waitress came in again. Now that was truly embarrassing. Though, she figured Trent was even more embarrassed than her. "Spaghetti would sound just great." she answered to the other brunette, to give the red head a chance to calm down, before she placed her other hand over his, squeezing their hands together for a moment. Once she returned her attention to Trent, she faked a frown. "I guess I'll forgive you this once. But only because you seem so serious about it." she teased, before she gave him a genuine smile. "Now get up before someone thinks you're proposing to me or something." she mumbled, a little fluatered.
 
Surprisingly enough, Trent didn’t budge from where he kneeled even when the cheerful waitress interrupted. Instead he shot an annoyed look at the woman who upon hearing Chloe’s ordered shouted a loud boisterous “coming right up” before disappearing back into the kitchen. It wasn’t until Chloe forgave him that his serious expression finally softened, a sigh of relief escaping his lips, for the past few seconds he’d felt as if the entire world had started breaking up around him, but with Chloe’s simple words, his mind was at ease, the chaos that had erupted within his mind waking up, only to find he’d only been dreaming up the worst possible scenario.

To be honest, Trent wanted to confess everything right then and there. To tell her how and when he’d fallen for her. Why he couldn’t get her out of his mind for all these years, though the full answer to the latter question even Trent didn’t know himself. He’d be lying if he said that there wasn’t some guilt left over for leaving Chloe behind with their father, but that alone wasn’t enough to explain why his sister meant more to him than all the treasures in the world combined.

Having recollected his mind after the shock of being revealed unexpectedly, Trent smiled weakly at her comment about him proposing to her. “I wouldn’t mind continuing on to propose to you, but I’m guessing you wouldn’t appreciate that right now” he sighed, this time with a hint of disappointment. Unlike Chloe who was worried about their blood relation, Trent couldn’t care less what society thought of him. Society as a whole had never been all that kind to him in the first place, and the few friends he cared enough about probably wouldn’t shun him for falling in love with his sister. Sure they’d probably make fun of him and make a few inappropriate jokes, but it was all things he’d be able to endure easily enough.

Reluctantly getting off the floor and making his way back to his own seat, he tried to conjure up an image of the menu in his mind, refusing to look at the booklet on the table for his own silly prideful reasons. He eventually decided to just go with the same thing, “Make that two Elissa” he called out seeing as how they were the only customers.

Elissa didn’t seem to mind the way he ordered in the slightest, shouting back in a similar fashion. “Already on it Romeo, I can read you like the back of my hand” a strange cackling laughter could be heard from the kitchen before she spoke again. “One or two plates? Save me the hassle of two dishes and I’ll half the cost for you.”
 
Chloe had to admit she never expected for Trent to be so serious about something. Especially not his own sister anyway. Noticing the slight feeling of disappointment at his comment regarding proposing, she was a tiny bit surprised. In fact, it was now that sbe was realizing he didn't seem to care about the fact that they're blood related. Maybe that was the reason she was being lied to in the end. He probably knew already that she would be against such a relationship between him and her. But what would he do if let's say, she would have found about his identity too much later and she would have started hating him? Did he even consider all the worst possibilities? And if so, wasn't be afraid? She certainly admired his courage. Then again, he was always courageous. Else how else would she have escaped that time when she had pneumonia? Even if she was just a kid at that time, she never forgot the fact that he even endured father's beating and stood by her side until she got well.

The moment the waitress answered to Trent's call, she barely refrained from a laugh, finding it quite funny how he was called 'Romeo'. Guess that he somehow resembled the character if they were to take into account all his attempts to charm her. Though, she surely didn't wish the same shakespearian ending for them two. Nevertheless, the smile on her face faded as she heard about a single plate for the spaghetti. The first thing that ran through her mind was one of those movie scenes when the couple would share the meal. Her pale cheeks turned flushed, reminding herself they were eating 'spaghetti' from all the dishes out there. "Um, well..." she mumbled out as an answer unable to conjure something because of her own imagination making up different scenarios.
 
Oblivious to Chloe’s thoughts, Trent was having a few thoughts of his own now, though unlikely Chloe’s, Trent’s thoughts were getting darker and more hostile by the minute. He was aware that Elissa didn’t mean any harm in her playful comments, but enough was enough, and her repeated attempts to make him feel uncomfortable had long passed what he’d considerable acceptable. Whereas Chloe seemed to blush at the offer for half priced food, Trent scowled, his eyes narrowing not at Chloe, but at Elissa who was clattering happily away in the kitchen. Without a word Trent once again got out of his seat, walking over to the kitchen, before pounding his hand on the open door to get the girls attention. “Last warning Elissa, one more inappropriate comment from you and you’ve lost a customer permanently” he snarled, quite clearly ticked off, he was still bitter about her actions from earlier, but more than anything it was starting to feel like she was intentionally making both Chloe and Trent feel awkward. He’d come here for a meal, not to have Chloe look at him with distrust. The last thing he needed right now was for Chloe to suspect Elissa’s actions were part of some manipulative plan by Trent.

Trent himself wouldn’t have minded sharing a plate, hell he’d probably have enjoyed it even it was a bit embarrassing. Had Elissa not been around he might have even gone along with it full heartedly, but his love for Chloe wasn’t something he wanted to show the world, at least, not yet. Not until she’d accepted him as an individual man who loved her as woman and not just a sister.

Returning once more to the table he threw himself back in his seat, still scowling with irritation as he emptied his glass of water in one swift tip of the head. The empty glass being placed roughly back on the wooden table, just as Elissa arrived, looking slightly nervous as she placed a plate of spaghetti infront of each of them, along with some cutlery. “T-take your time” she stuttered timidly, before bowing her head and hurriedly disappearing back into the kitchen. Elissa had never seen Trent get upset before and she personally felt that his response to her teasing was unfair. She’d been doing it for years, every time he came in with a girl she’d make fun of him and playfully make obscene remarks, and it had always been the women who lost their temper with her, while Trent would side with her and placate the overly sensitive bitches he brought in.
 
Chloe was startled by the sudden movement as Trent got up from his seat, looking somewhat irritated. Now, she could only wonder why the sudden change of mood. Was it her stuttering maybe? But then, there would be no reason to move towards the kitchen of the shop. Then was he upset on Elissa for her jokes? She blinked repeatedly, trying to understand why he would be that annoyed with the obvious playful comments. Maybe he was still uncomfortable with letting the others know about their relationship? Well, what sort of relationship was between them, she didn't know yet. But she figured that the sibling-like love surely wasn't this. What was going on between them was far more than that, in fact. And surprisingly, this was only the beginning of it.

Her blue eyes shot up as he returned, unfortunately still looking a tiny bit angry. Honestly, she wanted to make him forget about that, because she didn't like seeing a scowling person. Much less her brother being surly on their first... well, somewhat of a date. At this point she felt sorry for Elissa. It was clear she didn't want to be mean, but Trent seemed to ignore the amusement. Sure, he had his reasons to be uncomfortable about the funny teasings, but maybe he was a little too much. Nevertheless, she wasn't going to scold him about something she wasn't even supposed to stick her nose into anyway.

Mumbling a thank you to the other brunette as she brought the spaghetti, she then looked down at the plate. The sight of food was enough to make her stomach grumble. Thus, it was no wonder she didn't waste too much time to dig in. Of course, trying to be keep her lady-like manners. Even if Trent was just her brother and she was supposed to be comfortable with being a goof around him, for some reason, she was self-conscious, almost as if she didn't want to make fun of herself. She was sure she was never like this before. Unknowingly, Chloe was slowly starting to change her view on her 'older brother', even if in the back of her mind she kept repeating to herself that she had to avoid getting any closer to her sibling. "I never thought food would be so tasty!" she admitted taking a little break from eating. "Speaking of which, are you even allowed to eat these things? You're a model, right? I always wondered how all those pretty people in the magazines would be so... surprisingly perfect. There must be some kind of diet you're going on." she inquired, before taking a sip of water.
 
His irritation towards Elissa had been enough for him to briefly forget that his own sour mood wouldn’t help the situation in the slightest, but that immediately alleviated as Chloe’s stomach growled ungracefully, indicating just how starved the girl was. His scowl being forcefully turned into a small smirk, it took a fair bit of effort to not comment or laugh at the sounds her stomach had made. Part of him thought he probably should have taken her out to eat on the way home last night, but there was no point in thinking about what he should have done now, what mattered was what he planned to do in the future.

Watching Chloe eat rather clumsily, he folded his arms together and watched his sister dig into the food. The sight of her trying to act gracefully was sort of comical her movements seemed a bit too rigid, though it could have been his imagination. His mood improving rapidly, he just sat there smiling, watching her eat without touching his own fork, he smiled at her compliment towards the food, responding with a quick “Glad you like it” before resuming his observation of her. He should have been pretty hungry himself, but he didn’t want to miss a second of her looking so satisfied. He nearly felt jealous of the food, but brushed the sentiment aside, realizing just how stupid that was.

His lack of eating probably had caused her to ask the next question. Which he replied to with a small chuckle of laughter. “Yeah, supplements, to be honest I’m not supposed to be eating anything besides little white pills, manager who have a fit if she saw me in a place like this.” He laughed, imagining what the spectacled old hag would say to him if she were to actually walk into the store right now. “Fortunately I’ve always found it hard to gain weight, so I just lie about my diet.” Finally taking up his fork, he began eating. “It’s more thanks to a personal trainer and dietician than it is self management. Those were certainly the dark days. I’ve got them to thank for my body now, but back then I could of punched their faces in when they told me I wasn’t allowed to drink anything but water for an entire month.” Taking a sip of his own glass, he looked at Chloe again, wiping his own mouth before continuing. “If you’re interested I can get you hooked up with one of them, but to be honest I don’t think you need it. You’re not even a model and you’re perfect to me.” He winked flirtatiously. His comments playful but serious. It didn’t matter how sexy his coworkers were, Trents ideal image of a perfect girl had, and would always be his younger sister. He didn’t care if that sounded creepy or wrong. In his mind, it was fact, and there was no way he’d ever change.
 
Despite her prays to not have her stomach's grumbling heard, she was sure he had heard the weird sounds, given that he suddenly seemed to be amused instead of angry. Well, she was glad he wasn't scowling any more, but she kind of wished it wasn't her tummy to change his mood. She didn't even need to look at him to figure it out that at this point he was probably showing that smirk again, watching her carefully as if to not miss a thing about how funny she is. If it wasn't for him being her older brother, she would have stepped on his foot just to see his hilarious pained and surprised face, so she could have a reason to be amused too. The thought alone was funny, though, she doubted he would be happy given how he reacted the previous night when she bit his tongue by mistake.

Manners-wise, to her dismay, it seemed like she wasn't really that good at what she was doing, because at this point she could almost feel the stare, and surely she noticed how he just sat there, with his arms crossed, not even touching the fork. Needless to say that when she averted her eyes from the food and glanced at him, she found him smiling, causing her to feel a little embarrassed. She wasn't sure if she was eating in a wrong way, or she simply was a little obvious about her attempt to look graceful. If only she would have ordered something else.

She was suddenly glad and thankful that he started speaking, only to make him avert his attention from the way she was eating. However, what he said surprised her. She knew that models had some kind of a strict diet and all that stuff, but she never thought it would be that absurd as to eat pills or drink just water. It was a good thing he would hardly gain weight in this case, because she wouldn't have liked to see him eat... nothing, every single day. Besides, she was sure that kind of a 'diet' wasn't healthy at all. "That sounds awful." she commented, before he went on with another flirt once again. She shook her head with a smile and a sigh. "You're a lost case of a flirty pervert." she answered jokingly, and then took another sip of water. "But... I could be a model. If, I was a little taller. And still had my long hair. And was a little prettier." she added thoughtfully, and in the end frowned and shook her head. "But I'd never go to the extent where I'd have to starve myself." she admitted with a chuckle and then took the last bite of spaghetti.
 
Chloe was actually doing a pretty decent job looking graceful. It was just that Trent saw her orderly mannerisms to be a bit inappropriate for the setting, and frankly he didn’t think she’d actually be able to enjoy the food if she were so uptight and careful of how the food reached her lips. The mere sight of her sitting before him and innocently eating away had been a treat in itself, and regardless of how she’d gone about devouring her meal Trent probably would have watched her. Enjoying the current sight before him while also reminiscing in the past.

“Awful is probably an understatement, it’s nothing short of torture in my opinion” he stated continuing to make idle chatter. He wasn’t really all that interested in his own job, but he’d use any excuse to keep talking, as he didn’t want to sit around and eat in silence. He’d done that enough times to last a lifetime. Raising an eyebrow at her comment, he let out another smirk. Scratching his cheek a bit awkwardly. “I won’t deny being flirty or a pervert, but do you think you could refrain from saying it out aloud in public?” he asked a bit embarrassed. He wouldn’t mind being called a mongrel if that’s what Chloe had wanted to call him, but her words had stirred memories of last night in his mind, and his lower half had responded accordingly.

“As for being a model, I don’t think it’s necessary, assuming you’ll be modeling for kids clothing” he teased, refilling his drink and offering to do the same for Chloe’s. “Though if you’re interested, I wouldn’t mind paying you to model for me privately” he winked, trying to stay true to her earlier accusation. Part of him was sort of hoping that she’d jokingly accept and he’d be able to take her up on the offer, but that seemed unlikely.
 
Chloe couldn't help but be amused at his sudden bashfulness, if she could call it that. Thus, she rested her cheek in the palm of her hand, tilting her head in the process as she raised her eyebrows. "What? So you're actually shy about that?" she inquired, rolling her eyes with a smile. "Hard to believe that. Though, I guess that makes it all the better. Now I know what to say to make you embarrassed and give you a taste of what I'm dealing with..." she spoke and then shut her mouth as she realized she was spilling out too much. She wasn't really supposed to say the last words, but simply changed the 'subject' by taking the last sip of water. Not that he didn't know it already. Besides, with the continuous blush on her face it was obvious she was easily embarrassed with everything he was saying about her or... doing to her. Then again, it was probably something in her nature to be easily flustered.

Once she placed down the empty glass, hearing his mocking remark, she scowled at him. "Just because I'm shorter than you, it doesn't mean I am kid-sized! It's... it's just you who's too tall." she pointed out, quite 'offended' with his teasing. It was pretty obvious she was short, but she always liked to think she was simply average. Besides, she knew there were girls even smaller than her. It was quite embarrassing indeed, when she would see middle schoolers taller than her. However, she figured it out she resembled her mother who was also short, from what she had seen in the family photos.

At his suggestion for modeling 'in private', she raised an eyebrow at him, suspiciously. Then again, she did want some new clothes. No, actually she needed new clothes for the next days. "Sure. I will 'model for you' if you buy me new clothes." she said with a shrug and took another sip of water before returning her attention to him all of a sudden. "But no kinky outfits." she added as a reminder.
 
Well Chloe could try and embarrass him if she wanted, Trent actually wouldn’t have minded if she’d tried, he just hoped she’d be ready to face the consequences if she tempted him into doing something perverted to her in public. Working in the modeling industry brought in pretty strange rumors at times, and one specific model actually performing sexually on public transport. The idea of showing off Chloe sexually didn’t appeal to him in the slightest, she was his after all, and only his. The mere idea of letting others see Chloe aroused would be enough to tick him off, so perhaps they could do something quietly in the backseat, hidden by the rows of chairs?

Realizing that he was probably thinking way ahead of himself, and that Chloe would never comply to such twisted requests, he let himself fantasizes a bit longer, his eyes twinkling with perversion as he looked at her longingly. Only snapping out of his stupor when she responded loudly to the comment about her size. The Chloe he’d know had been the right size for her age, but apparently over the years that he hadn’t seen her she’d dropped a bit behind in the height department. Trent himself didn’t really mind, he actually liked her short height more than Chloe would ever know, but his objective of determining if Chloe held her height as a complex seem to have been achieved in the positive. “I was kidding, you’re perfect the way you are” resting his head on his palm as he twirled the fork around the remains of his lunch.

Clothes shopping hadn’t exactly been what Trent had meant by the private modeling sessions, but he’d already agreed to buy her something to wear anyway, and frankly the thought that he’d be gifting something to his sister with his own money was a bit thrilling. As children Trent had quite obviously never received pocket money from their father. Even the teddy bear he’d bought her didn’t really count as it had been more a deal with the toy shop owner, doing a few odd chores in exchange for the stuffed animal. He’d been too young to actually work back then anyway, and now that he thought about it, he was pretty sure the man had given in after learning his circumstances.

“Depends on your definition of kinky” he smirked, placing his fork down, and wiping his lips, there was still a bit left on his plate, but he wasn’t feeling too hungry today. Which was odd considering he’d been starving earlier. He seemed to be lost in thought for a moment before lifting three fingers, folding down two of them infront of her. “You can choose two full outfits for yourself, as long as I can choose the third.” He offered. Chloe really didn’t have much room to refuse. If she denied him she was essentially saying that she didn’t need a change of clothes at all. Trent had always seen money as something pretty worthless, but for the first time ever he was actually enjoying the power money had over others.
 
Good point. He probably had his own definition of 'kinky', something much more perverted than she could probably guess. At that thought, she pouted, seeing no way she could make this fair enough for both parts. Then, he caught her attention as he lifted three fingers, stating the rules. "I have to model and have an outfit chosen by you? Gee... Any more conditions?" she remarked crossing her arms against her chest, before pondering over the choices she had. She could do this or stay without clothes for another while. On a second thought, she wasn't sure how she would wash her clothes, because she hadn't seen any washing machine back at his place. Decisions, decisions. Glancing back at him, she decided that she didn't have much of a choice. "Fine, fine. How bad can it be?" she finally accepted with a shrug.

"But, until then... you promised me dessert." she reminded him. She wasn't really sure if he did promise or not, but seeing how he seemed to be in a good and she rarely had such a chance, she wanted to be spoiled with whatever she couldn't ask for before. After all, she wasn't going to ask for such things all the time. But at the moment, she wished to make the best of it. Besides, since he was her older brother, even if he didn't want to admit it, she figured she had all the rights to act like a spoilt younger sister that she was.

Pondering on what she would like to eat for dessert, she rubbed her chin thoughtfully and frowned slightly. There were all sorts of sweet things she could choose from, yet she had no idea what she would have liked more. Then it hit her. The best idea. "Chocolate cake. Can we buy that?" she inquired all of a sudden excited. Chloe had always been a big fan of chocolate and everything involving chocolate. If it wasn't for her father who scarcely gave her pocket money, she would have eaten chocolate flavored sweets every single day. Or at least, that's what she always imagined, because she would never be able to eat an entire cake by herself.
 
It was a fair tradeoff in Trent’s eyes, if anything it was in Chloe’s favor as she really had nothing to lose…. Well, besides maybe a bit of dignity. Hearing her response, he was pretty sure he had her when she first spoke up. But a moment later she accepted his offer, though she didn’t look too thrilled to be negotiating. “Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe a see through negligee or edible undergarments.” He remarked, looking thoughtful as he spoke, for a second it seemed as if he were being serious. But the cocky smirk that followed along with the chuckle indicated quite clearly that he was joking. The thought of the former was appealing, but he wasn’t even sure if the latter could be considered clothes. At the very least he was certain they would have edible underwear where he intended to go.

At the mention of desert Trent seemed a bit hesitant, and when she started looking at the menu he just shook his head and got up. “I’ll buy you a whole cake if that’s what you want, but not here. Unless you prefer frozen food over freshly baked cakes?” he stated, nodding his head toward the empty seats. There was no way Elissa would freshly bake a cake each day for customers she didn’t even know she’d get. It simply wasn’t feasible financially. “There’s a rather girly café if we turn left on the main street and walk for a few minutes, never been there myself but it’s supposedly popular with girls your age” he stated. Pulling out his wallet and leaving a few bills on the table. Elissa was still nowhere to be found, and Trent honestly didn’t feel like going to fetch her after her behavior earlier.

“Just…. Try not to eat it all at once. I’d still love you if you got fat, but I sort of like your body the way it is now” he stated, cleaning his hand with the napkin before offering his hand towards Chloe. It was almost as if he refused to go anywhere with Chloe unless they were holding hands. Besides obvious motives, he was also a bit worried of getting separated. He’d been separated from her for too long and the possibility that she’d disappear for another ten years if he took his eyes of her seemed ridiculous, but possible. Plus, while Chloe might not have been a complete stranger to the area, she certainly didn’t know the area as well as Trent did. And lately he’d heard rumors of a few unsavory guys loitering around.
 
Chloe turned red once again at his suggestion of what he called 'an outfit'. She was almost fooled by his serious face, obviously unable to comprehend where did all those naughty ideas appeared from in his head, because she was sure this trait didn't run in the family. Or at least, that's what she strongly wanted to believe. When he smirked, however, and even have a laugh, she was more embarrassed for actually trusting such wild ideas. "How can I not call you a pervert when you come up with things like... edible undergarments and see through negligees?" she pointed out in a lower voice, given that she was too bashful to pronounce words which clearly denoted a perverted subject.

Once the topic switched to the cake, with Trent suggesting another place to buy the cake from, she nodded, not really caring if they would buy it from a particular place or not. Though, she would have lied if she said she wasn't intrigued by the fact that he knew of a girly cafe. "If it's a girly cafe... then I guess we could buy the cake and eat it once we're back... um... home. Since, you wouldn't want to be swarmed by the fangirls, right?" she pointed out, somehow feeling weird for calling his place their home. Though, given that they would stay together for a good while, it would be normal to call it her home... or maybe not?

Chloe took his hand and then scowled at him at his comment. "How mean! I'm not going to eat all the cake. And I would not get fat even if I ate it by myself. I can't get fat, just like... how I can't get any taller anyway." she mumbled, before realizing he was always insisting on holding hands. She sort of liked it. But she had a feeling he had other reasons for doing this. Was he afraid she would run away? Or was he scared of losing her?
 
Seeing her turn red again, Trent couldn’t help but smirk at her. She was really cute when she blushed like that, though part of him wanted her to stop blushing and accept his advances and comments as the norm. That wasn’t to say he wanted her to brush them off like they were nothing. That’d probably end up badly for both of them. Feeling a bit insecure he wondered if there’d ever be a day when Chloe took his hand of her own accord without him offering it to her? It was a far fetched wish, but Trent was willing to work for it if that’s what it took. “Not my fault, I did say I also did a few inappropriate modeling jobs. Sort of end up picking up these things when people around you treat it as the norm.”

Having left the payment on the table, Trent led Chloe outside, a cold harsh wind battering their bodies the momet they exited. It had been relatively sunny earlier, but dark clouds were beginning to form over their heads. Shivering slightly, he tugged Chloe towards him, his body leaning into her for warmth, he doubted he was catching a cold as he seldom fell ill, but the cold shivers that ran down his spine said otherwise. “Bit chilly” he mumbled to himself quietly, squeezing Chloe’s hand as he forced a smile. “I don’t really mind, I mean I could tell them I’m with you and they’d probably understand. Can’t stop them from gawking, but I’m sort of used to that” he bragged.

“As for the cake, I guess it just runs in the family then” he commented trying to grab at some invisible fat around his waist. He thought he sensed some bitterness from Chloe, when she rementioned her height. Perhaps he should have been a bit more subtle when asking about it?

Letting out a sigh, he stopped in his tracks, and spun himself infront of Chloe, placing a hand on her head and patting it in a brotherly fashion. “Fine, I’m sorry about earlier, but it shouldn’t be that big a deal. It’s not like you’re trying to pick up guys, so who cares if you’re a bit on the short side? The only man that will matter in your life is me, and I like you exactly the way you are. If you’re so conscious about it, I suppose we could go buy some heels or something, but if you ask me, trying to make yourself look taller is the same as announcing to everyone that looks at you that you have a complex.” Pausing he shrugged his shoulders, emphasizing it was no big deal. “It’s only an issue cause you’re letting it get to you.”
 
Inappropriate modeling jobs. Now, Chloe could only imagine just what kind of jobs he had before and before she knew it, her mind was already wandering to certain scenarios. Would he be like those male models taking photos with just a piece of clothing on him? Or maybe only his underwear. Or maybe... completely naked? Inadvertently, she soon imagined what would he look like if he was involved in one those kinds of photo shoots. With that bare and broad chest, that smug smirk on his lips, those flirty and piercing blue eyes and his fiery red hair somewhat messy... Chloe's eyes widened suddenly, cheeks burning with warmth. She was suddenly picturing her older brother in the lewdest way possible. The brunette mentally swore she was starting to pick up his habits little by little, because she was sure she never fantasized about someone like that. Much less her own sibling. She couldn't have been more ashamed than now at the thoughts which ran through her mind. If this was how she was behaving after only a day of spending her time with him, she didn't want to imagine just how much would she change after a couple of weeks. Though, she hoped she would not turn into the most perverted sister ever alive on Earth.

When he suddenly tugged her towards him, she was startled, having her naughty thoughts disrupted by the one person she didn't want to picture naked at the moment. Unlike Trent, Chloe seemed to be immune to the cold wind. After all, she was already warmed up by her own silly thoughts. Still, she was sure it wasn't so cold as to actually shiver like he was. Leaving that aside, she was left to hear him bragging once again. She was already used to this at this point. But, it never hurt to actually say something in return. "Your modesty has no limits, Trent. Now I can see why the fangirls would jump on you." she said with a chuckle.

She raised her eyebrow as he mentioned 'family'. For a moment she pondered on whether he had mistakingly forgotten that he was pretending not to be her brother, or he was referring to something else. Either way, she didn't comment farther, as to not spill out something which would ruin the date, or worse.

Trent's brotherly pat on her head surely brought memories. But it was funnier to live in the present, so she didn't struggle to recall the times he had done the same gesture. His words, however, made the brunette smile smugly as something popped in her mind. "Are you so sure I'm not trying to pick up guys? What makes you so sure that my entire life will revolve around you, hmm?" she inquired, obviously trying to tease him for being so confident. If he could make her jealous, even if it wasn't intentionally, she could do the same. Despite the fact that she found it 'wrong' to have a relationship with her brother, Chloe kept pushing that thought aside, somewhere in the back of her head, secretly wishing to find more about him, tease him just like he was doing, and maybe even return the affection he was showing her.
 
Seeing her response to his remark about the inappropriate jobs, it didn’t take a genius to work out the image she’d conjured up in her head, but unfortunately Trent wasn’t a genius, nor was he able to think normally when it came to Chloe. While any reasonable person would have noticed the blushes of embarrassment, Trent had interpreted some of them quite differently. Well actually, just a little bit. The way she flushed to him seemed like her natural reaction towards everything and anything he did. A flush of discomfort or shame for spending any time with him. Even the remark he’d made just now should have been something he’d be flattered, or at least aroused by, but the emotion that lay dominant in his mind was amusement. He didn’t like being put in uncomfortable situations himself, but putting Chloe through the torture of shame and embarrassment had become a quick favorite of his. Of course, it wasn’t something he’d done in the past, being too innocent himself to even really know what sex was when he’d last seen her.

Another cold shiver. He’d survived days colder than today without a single shiver, but for some reason he couldn’t stop feeling a strange chill running down his spine. It was probably just his imagination but he thought he could feel a dull throb in the back of his skull, a slight ache which was barely noticeable, and certainly not bad enough to be alarmed about, regardless he placed a hand against his head, feeling his own temperature but not being able to deduce anything out of the ordinary. He was no doctor, and he hadn’t fallen ill enough times to know that his body temperature was just a slight bit over what it should be around. His mind wasn’t quite there at the moment, throwing out a comment which would make it difficult for him to argue that he wasn’t her brother. He’d probably be panicking right about now if he’d realized. But torn between his thoughts of Chloe, and his attempt to ignore the growing irritation in his head he continued on, acting as if he’d said nothing out of the ordinary.

Trying to brush the tingling sensation aside, he smirked confidently at Chloe. “Indeed, I look forward to the day you join their ranks. Though I’d suggest you don’t get comfortable once you do since I plan to pluck you out and make you mine the very next second.”

Unfortunately his attempt to be his usual self was quickly destroyed by Chloe’s next remark. His eyes darkening at the mention of ‘other guys.’ A negative aura of disappointment and hurt expelling from his body, the burning sensation seemed to get worse, his minds defense temporarily shattered against the growing headache. “I guess it’s just wishful thinking” he admitted sourly, staring down the street blankly. “Probably shouldn’t assume your world revolves around me just because mine now revolves around you…. Just…. If you find a guy to your liking, don’t let me find out….. I’m not quite sure what I’d do if you picked some other guy over me” he scowled, hating himself for sounding so weak. If he wanted, he could force Chloe to do all sorts of things, but one thing he couldn’t do was make her keep her eyes off other guys.

His body suddenly swayed a bit, losing his balance slightly and falling over towards Chloe, leaning a bit of his weight on her for a brief moment before balancing himself out. “Sorry, lost my footing” he lied. Subconsciously even he knew that he was feeling ill. But admitting that would ruin their little date, and he was sure it’d pass if he ignored it. He’d promised to make it up to Chloe with a bit of shopping, and lunch. And going back on his word over something as silly as a headache was unthinkable.
 
It was certainly quite awkward, or at least surprising, that Trent wasn't even in the slightest bit about the fact that he almost spilled his secret. There was no expression to show that he realized the error and he wasn't saying anything of it. Then again, maybe he was trying to not make it obvious and decided to change the subject as to forget about what he said previously. On another note, from what she had noticed, he seemed to be spacing out for a couple of moments, taking him a minute to return his attention to her. Even if at times Chloe was clueless to her surroundings, this time she had a feeling something was up with the red head.

Once he did answer, though, she raised another eyebrow at him. No way would she ever turn into one of those crazy fangirls. She was never the type to gawk at guys and make some lewd comments, fantasize about them or buy the things they would be promoting. She was well aware everything was just a trick for the potential buyers to become some kind of puppets who spend money on expensive clothes, perfumes, and other similar things because their 'favorite celebrity or model' was the one promoting it. Besides, fangirls were usually in love with the looks of the persons modeling in magazines. She would rather love the person for what they really are behind the expensive designer clothes, the looks and such. Not that she was suggesting she wanted to completely fall in love with her brother, but... The main idea would be that she'd rather become his lover than a simple fangirl. Again, not that she would refer to Trent when she thought of that... It was a general idea. Or at least, that's what she wanted to believe.

The brunette had quickly noticed the change of mood at her last remarks. She could almost feel the disappointment from a meter away. For a moment she almost expected to see him angry or something, but then she reminded herself he wouldn't really hurt her. He would probably be able to rape her if he really felt like it, but hurting her... she doubted it. Even if the years spent apart had changed him a little, she knew that inside of him there was still a part of that Trent she knew from her childhood, the one who would always protect her.

The answer made Chloe wonder if he was out of his mind or something similar. She never expected that. Instead, she expected on of those smug and confident answers. Leaving aside the fact that the answer was unusual, though, she had to take notice of the next answer's tone and meaning. She wondered if he was just acting it out for a moment, but then she realized it he was too serious about it to be just a mere pretending. Was he always this... possessive? Not that she completely disliked it. In fact, despite to her wish to stop going farther into a taboo relationship with her brother, she sort of felt surprisingly satisfied to know that he had such feelings for her. It actually scared her somehow. Not his possessiveness, but her own feelings which were straying away from the so called right path. At this point, she wasn't even sure if she had always been like this but it just didn't happen to have her feelings bloom because of the years they spent apart from each other. She shook her head to herself. That never happened in real life... Or did it?

As he almost lost his balance, she was almost ready to help him in case he would have fell, even if it was obvious she would not be able to sustain his weight anyway. Once he was back on the track, she looked up at him with a slight frown, suggesting her suspicions. "I'm sorry if I ruined your mood with my mean words. I was just trying to tease you. But... leaving that aside, are you sure you're alright? You seem to be spacing out. If you feel unwell, we can go back home and leave the shopping for another day." she pointed out, obviously concerned about his well-being. "Don't pretend you're fine when you're not if that's what you're doing, or I'll seriously give you a good beating." she added as to make sure he got the point.
 
Trent wasn’t interested in having Chloe as one of his fans either. He wasn’t even that popular in all honesty. While his popularity had been inclining lately, it wasn’t like he had people running to get his autograph, and half the time the only thing that resulted was a frowning face or two, questioning mentally where’d they’d seen the red head before. Furthermore Trent wasn’t usually someone people wanted to approach. Contrary to how he’d been acting around Chloe, the normal Trent was the man at the real estate agency, or the man that had rudely scolded Elissa and chased her away back into the kitchen. A man who stared at the world with distant uncaring eyes. He wasn’t toxic or anything, but if you saw him walking down the street, people were more likely to be crossing to the other side of the footpath than waving a friendly hello. And even the naïve ones that tried were usually ignored until they eventually got the hint. Again, he had friends. Distant as they were, he was a bit more open with them, but he unknown to Chloe he hadn’t even been that close with any of his girlfriends. Especially since half the time, it was the girls being interested in him, and Trent only allowing them to hang around him due to a few physical traits they held that he liked.

His relationships had gone two ways usually, since there were usually only two main categories to breaking up. Most of the time Trent would get bored of the girl, using them as objects to release his sexual urges. Giving them no attention or affection. He couldn’t even remember the number of times a girl had come to see him. Only to be told to give him a blowjob, before being shooed out and told to come back another time. In essence, Trent was a prick. An asshole that was actually labeled with a caution mark by those in the know. The surprising thing was that there never seemed to be a shortage of girls who said they were happy to simply be used. But after a few times they’d discover their requests and advances to be shoved away rudely. And even if the sex was great, there was a limit to how much people could be pushed away before they were gone for good.

Pulling his swaying body off Chloe and putting a bit of distance between himself and Chloe, he continued to try and act as if nothing was wrong. He wasn’t a professional actor, but he wasn’t a complete novice when it came to wearing false expressions and pretending to be something he wasn’t. “No need to be sorry, I’ve already figured I’m probably not your type over the past day, and while my interest in you remains, I respect your choice….. or at least I’ll try to” he added quietly onto the end, not wanting to make any promises he wouldn’t be able to keep. He was about to assure her that he was completely fine, but she seemed to have read his mind, beating him to the topic and cutting off that response as a possible option. He smirked lightly before shrugging his shoulders. “Can’t hide anything from you huh? I’m just feeling a bit dizzy at the moment, nothing serious, probably has something to do with being left with blue balls last night.” He joked, referring to the time when he’d nearly forced himself on Chloe and lost her trust forever. “Just give me a few seconds and I’ll be fine, really.” He paused a bit, a specific idea slithering its way into his head. The smirk turning into a perverted playful grin. “Or you could speed up the process” he stated, stopping infront of a rather crowded café the homely brown within the building contrasting heavily with the grey streets. He unraveled his hand from Chloe’s. Placing one hand on her shoulder and the other under her chin. “A kiss from a princess should do the trick” he chuckled, leaning his head over to her height. His blue eyes looking at her partially with hope, while the remainder… or rather the majority was just an amused look that was convinced she’d just brush him off and move on like she’d been doing so far. “If you’re too scared, I won’t mind taking it myself, I am allowed to kiss you remember” he whispered in her ear. Chloe had her back to the café, but Trent could see two middle aged ladies in by the window, one glancing over nervously at them, while the other woman gave him a thumbs up. “Please Chloe?”
 
If only he knew she wasn't really buying his lies anymore. Besides, even if they didn't see each other in a while, Chloe could still see through him. After all, if she didn't know him so well, she wouldn't have found his true identity so early. In fact, if it wasn't for that, she probably wouldn't have ended up with a shelter at all at that time. She was indeed fooled a couple of times, but even the brunette knew when the lies were too obvious. That, and she was, after all, his sister. She probably knew him the best. Unless he had some kind of secret very best friend. But she doubted he had one if he kept that attitude his. Being a little antisocial was probably something running in the family anyway.

Maybe it was a little absurd, but it wasn't like he wasn't her type. Instead, it was more like she always looked up to him, and before she knew it, he had grown to be the only man worthy of her attention. Even if for the longest time she thought she would never be able to see him again. He was indeed a little changed, but she had a feeling that at heart he was the same.

At his answer in return to her inquiring about his well-being, she nodded sarcastically. Of course, what was she expecting anyway? She should have known that he would come up with another perverted joke. "Yep. You're fine then." she concluded seeing how he could still tease her with his usual remarks.

The moment he left her hand and noticed the somewhat sly smile, she expected another perverted trick of his. And she was mostly right. The bad part was that now, they were in public. And while when they would be alone she would only feel embarrassed because he would see her every blush and reaction, her probably funny expressions too, now she felt even shyer, getting red instantly as he got closer to her face, whispering into her ear. Despite all that, Chloe was surprisingly considering it, seeing how he even asked for it instead of forcing himself on her all of a sudden. As stupid as it sounded, she didn't completely disliked the idea, given that, well, the first kiss wasn't so bad. Except for the part when she bit his tongue, but... even if she knew she wasn't supposed to encourage this, how could she refuse him when he was looking at her with those hopeful eyes? Well, it was more like an excuse, but he would not know.

"F-fine. But, don't get used to this." she mumbled in the end, looking down and then up at him, before she clutched his jacket to help herself as she raised on her tiptoes to reach his face properly. She hesitated for a moment, remembering that they were probably watched. Shaking away those thoughts, she closed the gap between their lips, closing her eyes as she moved her lips on his, shyly at first. She wasn't even sure if she was doing it right, but Chloe figured that he would at least be grateful for initiating the kiss. She could almost feel her heart racing at an unusual pace, mind pushing aside the thoughts which would probably make her guilty for doing such things with her brother. It was supposed to feel wrong, but in reality it felt much better than she would have expected.
 
He was of course, not being serious about a simple kiss curing his telltale signs of a cold. Despite his hopeful tone, he figured Chloe too would pick up on such a cheap request, and pull away immediately, but instead she only blushed, seemingly considering it for a few moments before letting out a stutter of approval causing’s Trent’s blue eyes to blink in surprise a few times as the hope in his eyes suddenly flared up with delight. He was sort of glad for their close proximity as she grabbed him, the rough gesture of dominance turning him on, he could feel his jeans tightening in a specific area, causing him discomfort, and for a brief moment he wondered if this was some cruel joke Chloe was playing on him. Unfortunately it wasn’t his first kiss with a woman, having lost that innocence to a woman he couldn’t even remember the name of anymore. But he knew he’d never gotten hard from simply kissing. And the euphoric feeling made him think that if this wasn’t some cruel joke, it was a dream, and that he’d wake up to find himself alone in his cave of an apartment, waking up to yesterday, intending to head off to the realestate agency.She’d refused him yesterday with all her might, and part of him still didn’t believe that the bite had been an accident. That wasn’t to say Chloe had done it intentionally, he trusted his sister more than that. But it was more than possible the bringing together of her teeth on him had been a natural defensive act to protect herself.

Mesmerized by her lips, his face went a bright red the moment she closed her eyes. If he was feeling a bit warm earlier he was certainly feeling a bit hot and flustered now. He couldn’t believe it was finally happening. For years he’d dreamed of this moment. And for the first time ever he’d gotten a brief taste of his fantasies last night. But this time, could it be that this time he’d finally be able to share a meaningful kiss with his sister? “Mhmm” he groaned into the kiss as his lips had met with his, never having enjoyed a kiss so much, he was acting as if this were his first kiss. Her soft sensual lips sending a completely different type of shiver through his body. If this wasn’t heaven he didn’t know what was, he’d expected Chloe to just peck him on the cheek or possibly even lips before bashfully pulling away, but the kiss was longer, a bit clumsy, but something he certainly wouldn’t be complaining over.

Unable to control himself, his hand on her shoulder rubbed against the fabric of her top before snaking around the back of her neck, resting on her shoulderblades while his other hand dropped from her chin, no longer seeing the need to hold it in place. It wrapped itself around her waist, hugging her body possessively to his own. He held her protectively as he leaned in deeper, sucking on her gentle lips. His tongue tentatively licking her lips, still a bit cautious to actually travel inside her. Trent thought he heard a squeal of delight off in the distance, but any thought of being watched had been swiftly expelled from his mind. The world around them completely vanishing and leaving only him and Chloe. His heart was already pounding like crazy and his breathing had picked up significantly since their lips had met. He wanted to thank Chloe, to call her name. But doing so would require him to pull away, and he didn’t want that at all.
 
It was a good thing that she was too flustered and focused on what she was intending to do, because if she had noticed how surprised he was, she would have given up on her courage and just go back to the Chloe who wouldn't dare to do such thing by her own will. However, once her lips crashed on his and her eyes closed, she could only feel him, take in his scent and think only of him, the red head who kept lying that he wasn't related to her. Though, at this point she kind of wished they weren't siblings, because it definitely felt like heaven kissing his soft and warm lips. She always wondered how a kiss is like, and if this is what it felt like, she wouldn't have minded doing this more often. In fact, she pondered on whether she should leave his side before she would end up making some irremediable mistakes, or just pretend a little bit more until she would finally be able to say goodbye to her brother. The better question was if she would ever be able to actually leave him again, seeing how she was already stuck in place because she felt the need to fill in the gap which formed during the time he was away. Even if she didn't mention his name during the past ten years, the brunette did wonder at times where would he be or if they would see each other again. So, needless to say that she did miss him, even if she didn't look like it.

This kiss, however, seemed so much sweeter than the first. Chloe had mentally decided that this would be declared her first kiss, leaving aside the fact that he wasn't really the right person to be sharing a kiss on the lips. Not a kiss like this anyway. Just like him, the brunette started to feel warmer and warmer through her whole body, shivering with pleasure, especially as he moaned into the kiss as a way of saying that he enjoyed just as much as she did. She was sort of glad he was returning the kiss, figuring that there was a slight possibility he was just mocking her when he requested a kiss from her. It was just her who was slow enough to think of that possibility only after already being at it.

The whole delighting sensation seemed to intensify as she felt him bringing her closer to him, his arm wrapped around her waist and causing her to stop being so tense because of her attempt to stand on her tiptoes. Once her body relaxed in his arms, she raised her head a little higher, unable to break the kiss even for a mere moment. She let out a low moan as he sucked her lips, before she felt his tongue licking them. The moment she heard something in the background, she broke the kiss, alarmed that they were probably the center of attention right. Besides, even if it wasn't for the watchers, she had to take a break to catch her breath, due to the sudden rapid pace of her breathing and her heart racing. Thus, as she struggled to get some air, she looked up at him, face still flushed and lips slightly parted to let the hot air slip out of her mouth. "I don't... I don't like being... watched by people." she mumbled embarrassed, yet not making any attempt to pull away completely from him. "B-besides... You wouldn't like getting too aroused here, where everyone can see you... right?" she added, averting her eyes, figuring that it was a touchy subject.
 
Trent’s deep blue eyes slowly opened as Chloe suddenly jerked away. A mixture of ecstasy, arousal and confusion on his face which was just as red as his flaming red hair. It was probably a good thing that Chloe had pulled away seeing how hard and rugged Trent was breathing, in all honesty he felt delirious, his mind hand completely blanked out during the kiss, forgetting the cold, the spectators, and even the necessity to breathe. He was about to lean back in to continue, not caring about his own worsening condition, he just wanted Chloe, nothing else mattered anymore. The only thing that clawed at his mind now was the way Chloe had ended the kiss. It had almost been as if she’d realized something and suddenly decided to reject him. He was about to ask when Chloe began explaining herself without being prompted.

His breathe caught once again at her excuse though. The hurt look in his eyes which he didn’t even know he’d been giving her fading away as he squeezed her body closer to his. She could pull her head away all she wanted but Trent had no intentions of releasing her from his grasp. The difference in strength between them didn’t even needed to be pointed out as Chloe was neither the rough or athletic type.

Leaning his head forward, his own cheek roughing against her soft ones, he brushed his lips against her ear, enjoying the warmth of her body and the scent of her hair before speaking in a seductive hushed whisper. “Does that mean we can do that again when no one’s watching?” he asked, his tone completely serious, he wasn’t flirting or teasing her anymore. His words dripped with hope and desire that couldn’t be mistaken by even the most naïve of people.

Fortunately for everyone, no one at this point in time seemed too keen on approaching the pair. Those that had been shooting interested glances their way slowly began shuffling on with their lives. Despite Chloe’s words, Trent hadn’t minded being watched as much as a normal person should have. In fact, it was almost heart warming to know that the kiss between him and Chloe had been breath taking enough not for just the two of them, but everyone else involved. Time certainly didn’t wait for anybody, but for the few seconds their lips had connected time seemed to have frozen for everyone in their immediate vicinity who gawked, scowled or simply just stared at them. Saying that they’d made an impression on someone’s day was probably an overstatement but the passionate way the two had kissed, ignoring their surroundings wasn’t quite the same as typical couples who clung together in public. Maybe it was some invisible taboo aura, or maybe it was Chloe’s innocence. But either way Trent was certain now that his promise to Chloe regarding their intimacy couldn’t be maintained for much longer. “I won’t ask for another kiss right away… but there will be a next time right?” he whispered, calming down a bit, the voice sounded weak and fragile, the words strung together in a pleading manner which didn’t suit the cocky arrogant stranger he’d presented himself as thus far. There had to be a next time, a next kiss. And even if Chloe denied him he’d chase her to the end of the world now. He’d lost her once, and it had taken 10 years for them to chance on eachother. And this time he’d gotten a taste of what he had only fantasized about which made he was certain he’d lose his mind if he were separated for another ten.
 
It didn't take a lot to notice it, and when Chloe observed he was just as red as her, she was somewhere between angry with herself for giving in and doing such thing as kissing only to taunt him to go farther, and secretly pleased that she had managed to make him look like that, all hot and bothered, as if she was just enough to arouse him. The mere thought of the latter gave her some sort of sick satisfaction. Surprisingly, the kiss was probably messing up her morals because in the heat of the moment, she was actually glad that they shared such a passionate kiss, and at the same time, disappointed for deciding to stop just before it would probably get better. However, a better kiss would also mean more lust implied, she guessed, and she doubted she would be able to stop him once she would go too far with these acts of strange affection which weren't supposed to happen between siblings.

Taken aback by the sudden tight embrace, she blinked twice, confused and at the same time just as warm as she was a second ago, seeing how close they were and the place they were at, with all the people staring or gawking at them for their impudence. It felt awkwardly amazing to feel his cheek against hers, with no difference between their bodies' temperature, his lips brushing against her ear as if to tease her and give her the shivers in a pleasing way, and finally, to hear his whispered words which sounded like Adonis himself attempted to take away the last drop of sanity and reason. There was a tiny voice in her mind trying to warn her that she shouldn't give in, yet even his whispers were louder than it. It was useless to try and ignore the desire she could feel in him. And honestly, as hot-headed as she was at the moment, she couldn't find the will to deny his request.

Needless to say that when he pleaded with her again, Chloe was already fooled. Or at least, that's what she wanted to strongly believe. That she was just acting on the spur of the moment, and that it wasn't her fault for having her brains washed so easily. Besides, it wouldn't hurt to kiss him again, right? As long as she would keep in mind that a brother and sister relationship is a taboo, everything would be fine. She just had to be careful about not going any farther than kissing. The brunette figured that it wouldn't be that hard. Maybe a little difficult, but not impossible. Nevertheless, she had to let out an answer, else it wouldn't be very polite of her. And what better answer than one which would surely stir him and make her older brother happy? After all, it wasn't a bad thing to try and make her brother happy. She was sure there was no law against it, and he did deserve some love after spending ten years away from his family. If they could even call it a family. "Only... only if no one's watching." she finally whispered back, feeling the urge to cuddle to his chest just like the previous night, though, she thankfully managed to push those cravings aside and avert her attention. "T-the chocolate cakes may not be there anymore by the time we go in. If that happens, I'll choose all those three outfits by myself. So, maybe we should hurry up." she suggested, stuttering.
 
Trent couldn’t care less about the cake, the outfits or the remaining few fools who continued to ogle at them as if they were some alien species. The woman who’d been pretending to drink her coffee in the shop being one of them, her jaw still hanging open as she shook her head in disbelief. From the look on her face and the ways she’d acted she was probably still virgin, her long dark locks of hair streaming down her face and giving her an innocent look, if Chloe hadn’t been in his arms he might have gone over and flirted a bit, not because she looked like Chloe, but because her long dark hair reminded the redhead how beautiful Chloe’s hair had been when it had be fashioned in a similar manner. Her current hairstyle was cute and boyish, but he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a sucker for longer hair. Wondering once more if Chloe would grow it out for him, he decided not to touch on the topic again as she’d seemed a bit bitter about her shorter hair last time he’d mentioned it. Plus, he’d still love Chloe more than any woman even if she were bald.

Winking mockingly at the woman in the mirror, he then turned his attention back to Chloe, her heated face, and shivers of pleasure only serving to heighten his arousal, what affected him the most however wasn’t her expression or her little shivers of pleasure. But an invisible aura of acceptance which starkly contrasted the reluctance and resistance she’d shown the day prior. Part of him even considered dragging her home and trying to bed her again that very moment. But such lewd thoughts got blown out of his mind when Chloe gave him the words he’d been craving to hear so badly. It even sounded a bit naughty and seductive as ‘no one watching’ possibly meant that she’d be open to progressing further with him. It was wishful thinking, but he’d been extremely lucky the past 24hours. First finding Chloe, then managing to drag her home with him. And now he’d gotten a kiss that had affected him as if it were his first.

He wasn’t really paying attention to his surroundings anymore, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the same woman still staring at them from behind a small booklet which had the café’s name imprinted on it. No doubt the menu. Her eyes peeping at them curiously, but guiltily, it was clear she knew how wrong it was to stare, but her sexual curiosity kept tempting her. Figuring that he’d taken too much notice of the one woman when he had Chloe with him, he decided he’d reward the woman with something less extreme.

“I guess that would be a problem, wouldn’t want to miss my opportunity to see you wearing a seashell bra would I?” he teased, lifting her chin up, and kissing her lightly on the forehead. It was different to the passionate kiss they’d just shared, but the simple gesture made his heart warm up and tingle just as much. His brotherly side tickled emotionally. “You sure you’re comfortable going in now? I’m pretty sure half the people just saw what happened.” He asked, nodding his head over to a few customers which quickly turned their eyes away and busied themselves.
 
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