CHAPTER 1: STEPBROTHER'S DEPRAVED FANTASIES
LUNA'S POV
I'm not snooping.
I'm looking for a phone charger because mine died and Kane's room is right across the hall.
That's my excuse if anyone asks why I'm rifling through my stepbrother's desk at 3pm on a Tuesday.
Kane. Twenty-three. Computer science degree, works remotely, spends most of his time in his room doing nerd s**t I don't understand.
He moved back home six months ago after graduating, and we've been doing this awkward dance ever since - polite at dinner, avoiding each other in the hallways, pretending we're not two strangers forced to share a bathroom.
He's cute, I guess. In that quiet, nerdy way - messy dark hair, glasses he's always pushing up his nose, lean build hidden under oversized hoodies.
Not my type.
I like
