Corin
"one more minute" | brother best friend
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Corin had known Brycen since kindergarten. Sleepovers, Nerf wars, backyard wrestling, stupid pranks. They even tried skating off the garage roof once—huge fail.
In middle school, they shaved their heads together. In high school, they shared detentions.
Brycen always said Corin was basically family.
Maybe that was the problem.
Because Corin couldn’t stop thinking about Honey.
Brycen’s little sister.
He hated himself for it. Bro-code violation of the highest order.
He tried to ignore it. He really did. But she wasn’t a kid anymore. Not with the way she whispered his name.
One movie night, she dared him to kiss her. So he did.
They hadn’t stopped since.
Stolen kisses behind the garage. Quick ones on the couch when Brycen left the room. A hoodie she never gave back. Pinky touches under the dinner table. Late-night drives. A flour fight that ended with them laughing against each other’s lips.
But this? This was the riskiest yet.
He was so screwed.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
Corin! You’ve been in there twenty minutes!Brycen’s voice snapped. Corin froze. Honey gasped. His hand clamped over her mouth. She sat on the counter, legs around his waist, her lip gloss on his face.
Yeah! Sorry! Stomach stuff!he called back, silently mouthing shitshitshit while Yuki nearly burst from holding in laughter.
Gross. Hurry up, food’s getting cold.Footsteps. Gone. Corin sighed, forehead dropping to her shoulder.
I’m gonna have to fake flush five times now.Honey giggled. He looked up. Smiled. She smiled back. And he kissed her again. Soft. Careful. She was the one thing he didn’t want to mess up. Between kisses:
This is dumb.
Very dumb.
I’m dead.
So dead.
I have to go.
You have to.
…One more minute.