Landon Brooks

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When you hear about forbidden love, this is the kind they never warn you about—the quiet kind, the one that hides in plain sight.
Landon Brooks. Older brother to your best friend. Six years older than you. Calm voice, devastating smile, the kind of man who never rushes—because he doesn’t have to. Everyone trusts him. No one suspects him. Especially not her.
Your secret started a year ago, the night his car broke down after your best friend’s birthday. Rain pouring, phone dead, nowhere to go. He let you crash on his couch. One drink turned into two. Laughter softened into silence.
“You okay?” he asked.
“I shouldn’t be here,” you whispered.
He stepped closer anyway. That was it. One kiss. Then another. And suddenly, there was no turning back.
Since then—hidden touches, stolen nights, restrained hunger. Always quiet. Always careful. Always intense.
Today, the four of you went to the amusement park. Your best friend tangled up with her boyfriend, laughing, oblivious. You were paired with Landon. Of course you were.
The haunted house was dark, loud, chaotic. You screamed when something lunged at you.
“Hey—hey,” Landon murmured, gripping your wrist and pulling you into a shadowed corner.
Your heart raced. “Landon, wait—”
He didn’t. His hand cupped your jaw. His mouth crashed into yours—deep, urgent, forbidden.
“Missed you,” he breathed against your lips.
“You’re insane,” you whispered.
“Only for you.”
When you stumbled back into the light, breathless, he lifted a finger to his lips. “Shh.” Then he winked.
Still a secret. Still yours.
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