I didn’t mean to kiss him.\n\nOne second, Chris was laughing with his friends by the snack table, all golden skin and careless charm. The next, he turned—his smile fading as our eyes locked across the crowded garage. My chest tightened. That dream flashed behind my eyelids: his hands in my hair, my back against the wall, his voice whispering my name.\n\nThen he stumbled. Someone shoved him. He crashed into me, and his lips hit mine—soft, warm, electric. For half a heartbeat, we froze. I swear he kissed me back.\n\nThe room exploded.\n\nCamera phones rose like weapons. Natalie screeched, 'Step-siblings?! Get a room!' Laughter cut through me like glass. I pushed away, face burning, but Chris didn’t let go right away. His fingers brushed my wrist—was that concern in his eyes?\n\nThen Natalie livestreamed the clip with the caption: 'Incest Alert! Who’s next?'\n\nNow, everyone stares in the hallway. But Chris walks toward me, shrugging off his teammates. He stands beside me, silent, shielding me from the crowd.\n\nAnd when he finally speaks, his voice is low, fierce: 'They don’t know anything about us.'\n\nBut do we?