Alice.
I woke up with my heart already pounding. Sunlight cut through the curtains in my room, but all I could think about was that low laughter from his bedroom last night.
He had heard me moaning his name like a needy girl while I came thinking about my own stepfather.
My face burned as I pulled on a thin white tank top and shorts he had bought for me on my last birthday. Part of me wanted to hide in my room all day. The other part, the wet, aching part, kept screaming for him to do something.
The house smelled of coffee when I walked into the kitchen on shaky legs. He was already standing by the counter in gray sweatpants and a tight black t-shirt that showed every detail of his muscles.
His hair was messy, like he hadn’t slept much either. He looked up and his blue eyes locked on
