I Was Reborn to Trust My Brother
Language: en
He suddenly gripped the back of my neck and bent down to kiss me. My breath was stolen, my body trapped in his arms. I should have pushed him away—but I froze. He stopped, his forehead resting against mine, his voice nearly breaking. “Don’t leave me again.” In this life, I feel no fear. Given another chance, I finally understand— he would never hurt me. Because the man who kissed me is my brother. 1 I blinked, and I was twenty-two again, standing beneath the hawthorn tree in our miserable backyard. Mark’s arms were around me, his voice a sweet poison at my ear. “Just pour it in…