Seduced by My Childhood Sweetheart’s Brother

I couldn't remember how long it had been since we last held hands and walked freely like this. We worked very hard to build our future, and luckily, our feelings for each other remained the same. "We're going to pick a present."

"What present? What's the special occasion?"

Colin froze and flicked my earlobe with his finger. "Do you have a goldfish memory?"

I massaged my tingly earlobe and replayed whatever happened these two days in my mind. The incident this morning quickly resurfaced.

Right, I was supposed to buy Jasmine a birthday present. We exchanged voice messages. I totally forgot about it. It was hard to remember when she was an insignificant part of my life. But hey, saying I had a goldfish memory was uncalled for. When did Colin learn to mock me? I had to retaliate.

his face. I retorted, "She's a nobody. Why should I remember

hold a special meaning to you. The Colin I know would never remember a thing about people he doesn't

to see the smug grin on his face. And two, it was recess time. There were a lot of students and lecturers roaming around. As the youngest and the most handsome lecturer, Colin was

we were holding hands in public. Passersby would take a quick glance at our interlocked fingers, and I felt uneasy to be gawked at like an animal at the zoo. Furthermore, I was a student while he was a lecturer. We should keep a low profile. And Colin should look the part of a

between a lecturer and a student. We grew up together. In a sense, one could say that we were childhood friends-turned-lovers. He was older than me, but that didn't mean we couldn't date each

was no longer a taboo. Many lecturers and teaching assistants were only a few years older than

campus, and other students envied

he grabbed my hand,

came from inexperience. Colin, like any other man, hardly gave me any gifts even when we were dating. During festive seasons, he would give me his credit card so that I could