**My Brother’s Best Friend**
Chapter 42
YANA'S POV
Three weeks after the night Ryan almost caught us, the secrecy starts to feel like a living thing in the house.
It sits at the dinner table between us. It walks the hallway at night. It watches me every time I cross my legs and feel the dull, sweet ache Cole left between them that morning. We have a system now. Ryan works late four nights a week. On those nights I go to Cole’s room the second the taillights disappear down the street. On the other nights we steal whatever scraps we can—twenty minutes in the shower while Ryan is at the store, a silent, desperate f**k against my bedroom door while the TV blares downstairs, Cole’s hand over my mouth and his c**k buried so deep I see stars.
Tonight is one of the late nights.
Ryan left a
