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Beach House

... accusingly. "I was doing fine in New York. But you begged me to come back. You said you missed me, that you would do anything to have me back here again. I thought that... I thought you... never mind. Obviously I was wrong. I'll see you at Christmas. Maybe" Then she jogged down the steps. "Wait. Lilah just wait a minute. What do you mean you got confused. What did you think I wanted?" Darren took the steps two at a time to catch up to her. "Just hold on and talk to me." She was almost to the door in the kitchen before he grabbed her arm and spun her around. "Let go Dare. What my touch disgusts you but you can put your hands on me whenever you want?" Delilah snapped at him. "What are you talking about?" Darren was at a complete loss. She kept pulling her arm so he let her go. "Lilah? Lilah tell me what is going on. I'm sorry about what happened in the water okay. I'm sorry. It's been a long time for me and I never would have done that with you if I'd been in my right mind. I'm sorry." The words came out in a rush but with each passing second Delilah looked even more angry. "Oh I know you wouldn't have done it. Can't stand to have me touch you. Can't stand to have me even look at you. Do you know how long I've wanted you? No. because all you can see is you're little s****r. I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm not a c***d you need to take care of. I love you, but right now I hate you." She spit the words at him and turned to leave. Darren grasped her hand and pulled her close to ...

... him. "What do you mean you've wanted me? Lilah, I don't understand." His fingers entwined with hers and his other hand cupped her face "I'm your b*****r. I don't want you to hate me. Please Lilah. Please tell me what you mean." his voice was gentle but his eyes penetrated hers. Delilah looked down at his chest, one of her hands rested where his heart was. Then she looked back into his eyes and took a deep breath. "When mom left, you were the only one I could count on. When Dad started drinking, you were the one who made sure I was going to be okay. And when I went away to school, you were the only one I missed so much I thought about coming home a million times a day. You're not just a b*****r to me. You're the man I trust with my life and my heart. That's what I mean when I say I want you." Darren stared down at his beautiful s****r and was completely speechless. He tried to summon the words to rebuke her, to tell her that it was wrong, but they wouldn't come. He thought back to all the times he'd held her after Mom had left and she'd cried on his shoulder. And he remembered how he would shield her from Dad's ranting and d***ken behavior, how he helped her with college application essays and the SAT's. But mostly he remembered all the goodbye hugs and kisses that were just a little too long to be proper. He'd always enjoyed holding her, touching her, just being near her. At the time he'd thought it was just b*****rly love but now he wasn't sure. "Say something Dare. Please." ...