He sure enough shouldn't be feeling this. She's forbidden. She's wrong for him. So wrong…
But still he can't help but think about her. Think about her all the time. Dream about her.
Dreams. Dreams are his escape from reality. Reality where she can never be his. In his dreams they are soaring through the sky, smiling. Laughing.
Her smile. Her smile makes his heart, his trained heart, melt. Like chocolate melts under the heat of the sun his heart melts under her smile.
She (as well as he does) knows that they can't last but secret smiles and quickly stolen kisses are turning her on, make her lose her mind. Make her lose her mind to him.
They are so different yet they find closure in each other. Sometimes it's hard to hide their emotions. When some other girl flirts with him she can't tear her eyes from the scene, then she runs away from it. When he sees a guy hit on her his carefully trained face doesn't let anything slip but it doesn't help for he feels as if it eats up his insides.
There first real kiss was on one of November stormy nights. They got sulked in the rain. One of the rare days when there was practically no one in the house. Everyone went on the road trip. They were the only ones left behind, he had a lot to do in school, she caught a bit of a cold. They went outside together for a while; tension could be cut by knife. Coming back, sulked wet, he helped her taking off the coat. When she was in his arms he couldn't stop it.
His. How he wants her to be only his. Like that night.
His. She wishes nothing more but to be his, tell everyone, but…
They can't. That wish of theirs can't come true. Never.
She's his sister. By law but she is. He can't change that. Neither can she.
But although it is so very wrong William and Phoebe will keep doing it just because they can't stop anymore…