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PLAYING HIS GAME

BY YOLANDA OLSON

He's a painted picture, the devil of my soul.

I can't get Noah out of my mind. Not since it happened.

The devil is a musician, and Noah plays me like a fiddle.

His fingers, his soft caress.

The Blood.

It all ties together to form this tousle-haired dark-eyed beauty that is my stepbrother.

He's dangerous, and I won't catch feelings

Adrian is taking this too far. It doesn't have to be as deep as he thinks it is.

He thinks far too much for a football player.

I think far too much about him.

I need to cut him off, let him go.

Move on.

But those piercing eyes dive into my soul and tear me apart every time.