Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

Colin liked lighter food. He didn't like greasy food at all. That small plate of pasta he was eating was just the excuse he used to put himself between Winston and me. Otherwise, he wouldn't even have touched it at all.

That said, he only took two bites before he stopped eating. He already had dinner, so he was full. He just wanted to sit between Winston and me. In other words, he didn't want Winston and me to hang out alone.

I was surprised that the reliable Colin would pull off something childish like this. But I could understand why he did that. Winston wasn't dumb either. As a man, he knew what Colin was doing to him. And he wasn't too pleased to be on the receiving end.

of Colin. I ate a lot of food until I felt bloated. Then, I returned to my easel stand to continue

at my phone and saw that it was almost 10:00 pm, two hours later than when I

and looked around. Snarkily, Colin told me that there was no point looking

painting here with Winston for nearly two weeks now. I

grip was a bit tight. I didn't want Colin and I to argue over this trivial matter, so I engaged in casual chit-chat with him. But he wasn't too thrilled to talk with me. He gave me a few perfunctory ohs and ahs

it was just a one-sided effort. Did he think that I wouldn't get mad at all? He could be jealous, but there was a limit to it. Other than painting together, Winston

shoulder and her thighs! But I trusted him. What made him

the tension between us. But he didn't appreciate it. Fine. I could get mad too. I swatted away his hands and walked faster. I made a beeline for the gate and my

couch with a blanket watching TV. Andrew sat on a stool next to her, a laptop on his lap. He seemed to