All Chapters of Tasting My Boyfriend's Brother : Chapter 21 - Chapter 25

***Zinnia's POV***I hated this.I hated this so much.I hated how quickly I melted into his touch, how a mere graze of his breath sent tingles down my spine, how his words affected me so much, yet I couldn't pull away.There was something about the way he touched me that was different.I hadn't been touched by a lot of men, but his touch was somehow different—much softer, yet with a controlling edge I couldn't ignore.A small breath escaped me as he pulled his lips away from my earlobe. As the cold air grazed the spot, I realised what I was doing.This wasn't Chris.This was Grayson.The freaking enemy!Using all my strength, I pushed him off. He staggered back so casually, like my touch barely affected him. I adjusted my hoodie and cleared my throat."I should have known better than to come to you for help." I scoffed. "I was such a fool."With that, I turned and bolted in the direction of my room when I ran into Mr. Russo.As soon as his gaze met mine, he flashed me a knowing smile

I swiped the green button, air winding tight in my lungs as I pressed my phone to my ear."Are you okay? Are you fine?" I rushed out, my heart racing in my chest."I'm fine."My heart slowed to a normal pace as I released a calming breath, leaning back in my seat.Grayson shot me a glance, but he didn't speak as I continued."Where have you been? And what was that last call? I shouldn't call you? Are you insane? Do you know how worried I was?"The words rushed out before I could stop myself. The unsettling thought of losing Bruno flashed through my mind, but I didn't let it sink in."I'm fine. Truly, you don't have to worry," he assured. "And about the call... things got more serious than I thought, and I may have to extend my trip. The reason I told you not to call me was so you wouldn't get disappointed when I didn't answer." He chuckled. "I know how worried you get when I don't reply to your texts."Relief settled over me like a mist, filling my lungs and sinking into my bones."An

I recoiled from him, my heart still performing acrobatics in my chest. His scent and his touch lingered much longer than I'd like. I looked away, brushing my sweaty palms over my dress as though that would somehow help.I felt the heat of his gaze.Then came a chuckle."See? The survival skills of a goldfish."I shot him a glare and stormed into the car, shutting the door behind me.The sound of his chuckle trailed after me, grating against my bones, heat crackling over my cheeks and neck. He stayed outside for a while, making a phone call before walking to my window and knocking against it.I remained unfazed, staring through the windscreen, admiring the endless road stretching ahead. My teeth were gritted, my nails digging into my skin.When he realized I wasn't going to answer, he pulled the door open, leaning against the frame. His broad build made the small space feel even smaller."What is it?" I gritted out."You look cute when you're mad," he murmured.I was repulsed.Cute.I