I turned to Nikolai as I stopped the car, then slowly leaned back on the seat. He was leaning a little closer to me now, his lashes moving gently, his lips slightly parted. I watched him keenly, my heart immediately easing up. Something told me that even if he hadn't been some sort of childhood obsession, even if I hadn't met him ten years ago, seeing him now, I would still be just as attracted.
I felt guilty. I wondered how Matthew would feel if he saw me this way with his brother. If he knew many times I was fantasizing about his brother while I was with him.
I slowly moved toward him, closing the distance to a mere inch. I stretched my hand, then gently rested it on the side of his face. He was soft, and I moved slowly, his hair falling between my fingers, too. I held my breath, my ey
