Alex POV
Sleep wouldn’t come. I tossed and turned in my old bed, the sheets tangled around my legs, my skin still buzzing from the orgasm I’d forced out of myself earlier. The guilt should have dulled the edge, but it only sharpened everything. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw David’s sweat-slick chest, the way his muscles shifted under tanned skin, the casual strength in his hands as he worked beside me.
“He’s your stepdad. Mom’s husband.” The reminder looped in my head like a warning, but my body didn’t care.
The house was quiet except for the low hum of the ceiling fan and the occasional creak of settling wood. I glanced at the clock: 1:17 AM. With a frustrated sigh, I slipped on a pair of loose basketball shorts and a t-shirt and padded downstairs, hoping a glass of water might he
