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**Fucking My Oblivious Sister**
“Tyler.”
I thought I had heard my name coming from Lina’s lips, but I ignored the sound, far too absorbed by what was playing in front of me.
“Tyler.”
I gasped when Ironman flew out of the scene, slammed by a flying bus that was thrown by the villain of the film.
Holy shit. Is Ironman okay? He must be, right? He’s suit must have prot—
Warm fingers grabbed my shoulder and shook me out of my focus.
“Hey Tyler!”
“What?” I snapped, turning to the source of the disruption.
Lina didn’t notice my annoyance. Her eyes were cast down on her phone screen and she shook my shoulders again. “Look!”
Sighing, I leaned in so close our cheeks grazed. Her intoxicating peach scent waffled into my nostrils, and I took a second to breathe her in before looking at what the fuss was all about.