Alle Kapitel von Kiss me 2.1: Kapitel 91 – Kapitel 100

My Sister's BoyfriendLina has always had a complicated relationship with her older sister, Jade: admiration, rivalry, distance… and a secret need to finally be seen.But everything turns upside down when Jade comes home with her new boyfriend, Evan, a boy with a quiet charm, a half-insolent smile, and a gaze that seems to pierce Lina's thoughts effortlessly.From the very first meeting, something indecent takes hold.A shiver they try to ignore, then hide, then stifle… without ever succeeding.Every family dinner, every evening when Jade steps out, every exchange that lasts a little too long becomes a silent battlefield between guilt and burning attraction.Evan should be untouchable.Lina knows it—it's the one rule that cannot be broken.But the more she tries to distance herself, the more he seems to come back to her, drawn by a force they themselves do not understand.When one evening, a moment of weakness shatters their fragile balance, Lina realizes she has crossed the line she

LinaTwo weeks. Fourteen days where every breath seems suspended on the possibility of seeing him again. Fourteen nights where his image haunts my dreams and my insomnia. Jade seems more in love than ever, more possessive too. She doesn't let him out of her sight, as if her instinct were whispering a danger she refuses to name.Tonight, she is organizing a dinner. Just family, she said. But I know he will be there. I get ready with calculated slowness, choosing a simple black dress that glides over my curves without accentuating them. I look at myself in the mirror and I see a stranger there, with eyes too bright, lips too red. A guilty woman.When I come down, they are already there. Evan is leaning against the doorframe of the French window, a glass of wine in his hand. He sees me before the others. His gaze undresses me, analyses me, consumes me in a fraction of a second. I feel the weight of that gaze like a burning caress on my skin.— Finally! Jade exclaims, turning towards me.

LinaThe house is silent. Too silent. Every tick of the clock in the hallway echoes like a frantic heartbeat. It is 2:03 PM. Jade's yoga class lasts until 4:00 PM. Two hours. One hundred and twenty minutes. An eternity and an instant.I pace the living room, unable to sit still. My hands are clammy, my breath short. I changed clothes three times, finally settling on simple jeans and a t-shirt. I don't want to look like I prepared for this meeting. Even though I did. Even though I have thought of nothing else since last night.You won't be there, I repeated to myself all morning.Liar.The doorbell makes me jump so violently I nearly knock over a vase. My heart starts racing. He's early. Of course.I take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm the trembling in my hands before going to open the door.Evan stands on the doorstep, his hair tousled by the wind, an ambiguous smile on his lips. He wears a simple grey sweatshirt, but he looks more dangerous than ever.— You're here, he says, a

LinaThe ground seems to give way beneath my feet. I remain standing there, before the mirror, observing the pallor of my own face. My eyes reflect the image of a stranger, an accomplice. The taste of the lie is still there, acrid and sticky, on my tongue.In the kitchen, Jade and Evan's laughter echoes like a perverse melody. Each burst of laughter is a nail driving my coffin a little deeper. She is happy. Relieved. She believes she has escaped the worst, when in fact she has plunged headfirst into a far deeper abyss, the existence of which she does not even suspect.Evan comes out of the kitchen, a satisfied smile on his lips. He stops beside me, his shoulder brushing mine. His reflection in the mirror meets mine. He looks triumphant.— You see? he murmurs, his voice a poisoned velvet. Everything always works out when you know what to say.I close my eyes for a moment, searching for a semblance of strength that has already deserted my bones.— At what cost? I whisper back, my voice

LinaThree days. Three days during which I have avoided the house like the plague. I linger at the library, at Clara's, in any café where I can blend into the anonymous crowd. I nurture my plan, this idea of finding a boy, a human shield. Théo asked me for coffee. I accepted. The date is set for tomorrow. It's a promise of normality, a breath of fresh air.But tonight, I can no longer avoid it. Jade insisted on a family dinner. "I miss seeing you," she said. Her voice was so sincere. Each word from her is a knife wound.When I push open the apartment door, the smell of basil and garlic hits my throat. They are in the kitchen, preparing pasta. Evan, with his back to me, pours wine into a saucepan. Jade, smiling, slices tomatoes.— Lina! Finally! she exclaims, rushing to kiss me.I force myself to smile, to return her embrace. My body is stiff.— Hi.Evan turns slowly. His smile is a masterpiece of hypocrisy.— Good evening, Lina. Glad you could make it.His voice is smooth, warm. No on