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Forbidden Care

Forbidden Care

**Chapter 1: Tending to Temptation**

Ryan leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed, his jaw tight as his mother, Linda, paced the room with a no-nonsense air. Her voice was sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. 'Ryan, I’m not asking. I’m telling. Your brother’s been laid up with that damn flu for a week, and I’ve got a double shift at the hospital. You’re gonna step up and take care of him.'

Ryan rolled his eyes, running a hand through his dark, messy hair. 'Ma, I get it, but I’m not a nurse. What am I supposed to do? Spoon-feed him soup and fluff his pillows? He’s a grown-ass man.'

Linda stopped pacing, her piercing gaze pinning him in place. 'Don’t get smart with me, boy. Ethan’s too weak to even get out of bed, and I don’t trust him to take his meds on time. You’re his brother. Act like it.' She grabbed her purse, already halfway out the door. 'And don’t think I won’t hear about it if you slack off.'

The door slammed, leaving Ryan in a silence that felt heavier than it should. He sighed, muttering to himself, 'Great. Babysitting duty for a whiny invalid.' But deep down, he knew Ethan wasn’t the type to whine. If anything, his younger brother was too damn stubborn to admit when he needed help. And that’s what made this whole thing... complicated.

Ryan trudged upstairs, pushing open the door to Ethan’s room. The air was thick with the scent of sickness and sweat, but Ethan was propped up against the headboard, shirtless, his toned chest glistening faintly under the dim light. Even sick, the bastard looked like he could charm the pants off anyone. His hazel eyes flicked up, a smirk tugging at his lips. 'Well, damn. They sent the cavalry部分: 'Bout time you showed up, bro. Thought I’d have to die of boredom before you dragged your sorry ass in here.'

Ryan snorted, leaning against the doorframe. 'Keep talking smack, and I’ll let you rot in that bed. Ma’s got me on nurse duty, so you’d better behave.'

Ethan’s smirk widened, his voice low and teasing despite the rasp of illness. 'Oh, I’ll behave... if you make it worth my while. What’s the going rate for a sponge bath these days?'

Ryan shot him a glare, but there was a flicker of heat in his chest he couldn’t quite ignore. 'You’re disgusting. I’m not touching your sweaty ass.'

'Come on, don’t be like that,' Ethan drawled, shifting slightly, the sheet slipping just enough to reveal the sharp cut of his hipbone. 'I’m dying here. Least you could do is entertain me.'

Ryan stepped closer, his tone biting but laced with something darker, something dangerous. 'You’re not dying, drama queen. But if you keep running your mouth, I might just smother you with that pillow.'

Ethan laughed, a rough, throaty sound that sent an unwelcome shiver down Ryan’s spine. 'Promises, promises. Bet you’d enjoy it too. Always did like playing the tough guy.'

Ryan’s eyes narrowed, his pulse kicking up a notch as he loomed over the bed. 'You’re asking for trouble, you know that?'

'Maybe I am,' Ethan shot back, his gaze locking with Ryan’s, bold and unyielding. 'Question is, you gonna give it to me?'

The air between them crackled, thick with unspoken tension. Ryan’s hands clenched at his sides, his breath coming a little faster. He could feel the heat radiating off Ethan, could see the challenge in his eyes. And damn if it didn’t make him hard, the thought of wiping that smug look off his brother’s face in a way that had nothing to do with caregiving. He stepped closer, the edge of the bed brushing against his thigh, his voice dropping to a growl. 'Keep pushing, and you’ll find out just how much trouble I can be.'

Ethan’s smirk didn’t falter, his eyes glinting with mischief. 'I’m counting on it.'

Ryan’s control was fraying, his body tight with a hunger he didn’t want to name. He leaned in, close enough to feel Ethan’s breath, hot and ragged, against his skin. The line they were toeing was dangerous, forbidden—but the pull was undeniable. And as his hand hovered just above Ethan’s chest, the promise of something raw and reckless hung heavy between them, ready to ignite.

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