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One party. One very bad decision. One hookup you were both supposed to forget by morning. Malachi was never supposed to be an option. He’s your best friend’s older brother, the man you’ve known for years without ever letting yourself think about him that way. Until one night, you both stopped pretending. What happened after the party was hot, impulsive, and completely mutual. By sunrise, you made one simple rule: it never happens again. Easy, right? Except now he’s at every dinner, every party, every late-night hangout. He remembers everything about that night, and somehow he’s acting like sleeping with you was the most natural thing in the world. You keep telling yourself it was just sex. Then he starts looking at you like he knows you’re lying. And You fucking want him again.