Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire
Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire Stepbrother's Forbidden Touch: The Night We Finally Gave In to Years of Hidden Desire My heart slammed against my ribs the second I heard his key in the lock. It was past midnight, the house dark except for the blue glow from my phone screen. Mom and Dad were away for their anniversary trip—some fancy resort in Bali—and for the first time in three years since our parents married, Alex and I were completely alone together. I should have been asleep. Instead I was in the living room, legs tucked under me on the couch, pretending to scroll when really I was listening for him. Always listening for him. The door clicked shut. Footsteps. Then his voice, low and amused. "Still up, little sis?" He knew exactly what that word did to me now. "Step," I corrected automatically, my voice thinner than I wanted. I didn't look up. Couldn't. ...