Your Little Brother's Girlfriend Needs A Ride
Wendy sat in the passenger seat, her slender fingers fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sundress as she gazed out the window at the blur of scenery passing by. Her heart raced as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Oh, why does this have to be so difficult? she thought to herself. I really do care for Alex, don't I? He's sweet, kind, and we have a wonderful connection. But... there's just something about his brother that I can't ignore. A confidence, a charisma, a sense of knowing exactly what he wants in life... it's so incredibly attractive. I feel like a completely different person around him, she mused silently. Bolder, more alive, and yet also softer, more vulnerable somehow. Like he sees right through me, understands me in a way no one else ever has.