Sunlight sliced through the kitchen windows at 8:45 a.m., but the house was still half-asleep. Victoria was at the gym, Lily and Sophia hadn’t dragged themselves out of bed yet. Emma had planned it that way—she’d set her alarm early, telling herself it was just to get a head start on her coffee. Not because she was hoping to catch another glimpse of him. Not because her p***y had been throbbing since that hallway encounter last night.
It was nothing, she told herself, pouring milk into her mug with shaky hands. He’s still the same loser step-bro. I was just horny and half-asleep. Today I act normal. Cold. Like always.
The stairs creaked. Emma’s heart slammed against her ribs.
Alex walked in wearing nothing but black basketball shorts that hung low on his hips and a towel slung over one
