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Garrett never comes upstairs to bother me during my chat with Drake. I’m sure he’s already moved on with his life. And that’s fine. Drake makes me feel better about myself anyway.
RULE #13: IF SHE GIVES YOU THE COLD SHOULDER, REMEMBER—EVEN ICE MELTS.
Garrett
She’s avoiding me. I mean, why wouldn’t she? I humiliated her, turned her down, made her feel like shit for being a virgin, and then the kicker—suddenly I find out she’s been in love with me her whole life, and I’ve been treating her like shit.
After that long conversation with her on the app asDrake, I know I should get some rest. Maybe go for a run. Fuck, at this point, I should probably get in my car and drive back to Briar Point before I do something I’ll regret, but I have to see her.
Being Drake means that I can be the open book, open arms’ listener that she needs, but it also gives me a place to unload some secrets of my own. Like the ten years thing. A secret not even my best friend knows.
In the last three days, my whole fucking world has been flipped on its head. My stepsister is a camgirl. Suddenly, I’m attracted as fuck to her. And to top it all off—she’s in love with me.
Ishoulddo everything in my power to make her hate me—toreallyhate me. Help her get over me by being even more of an asshole to her. Show her I’m not worthy of her time or attention.
But I can’t help but love the idea that Mia actually cares about me. When was the last time I ever let a woman get that close to me? Over ten years ago, I know that.
Not that I’m actually considering something real with my stepsister. That’s not who I am.
It’s the afternoon by the time I finally get showered and dressed and head upstairs. The house is quiet, so I assume my parents are out doing whatever they do with their friends. I certainly hope they didn’t sneak into my room before they left to find Mia sleeping in my arms.
When I reach the main floor, I find Mia sitting alone in the dining room, listening to music with her earbuds while sketching in her journal. A smile tugs at my lips as I remember the god-awful sketch of her cat she showed to her viewers on her livestream. The devil herself, Betty, glares at me from the windowsill, as if she’s warding me off from getting close to her owner.
As I enter the kitchen, Mia glances up at me and then back down at her book. There’s something cold and stubborn in her expression. She’s mad at me, and she has no idea she’s just spent her morning pouring out her heart to me over chat. I should feel bad about that, but I don’t.
Yikes. I’m an asshole, aren’t I?
“You’re not still mad at me, are you?” I ask, leaning against the kitchen counter and staring at her. She’s in a white crop top and a long floral skirt. When she doesn’t respond, I walk over and snatch one of her earbuds out of her ears.
“Hey!” she barks.
“Don’t give me the cold shoulder. It’s juvenile.”
“You’re juvenile,” she replies angrily.
“Will you just talk to me?”
“No,” she replies, and I honestly wonder if this is the same girl who just confessed to being in love with me. Clearly, she can’t stand me.
“Will you let me apologize?”
“No.” She stands up and pushes past me toward the kitchen. I don’t stop her or grab her, no matter how much I want to. I watch in silence as she takes a glass from the cabinet and fills it with ice. Then, she takes a can of soda out of the fridge and, just before opening it, she turns to find me watching her.
“You’re mad at me because I won’t take advantage of you, you realize that, right?”
“No,” she replies, finally looking into my eyes, “I’m mad at you because you’re toying with my emotions. I don’t understand what’s going on with you, Garrett, but I don’t want to play these games. Thank you for looking out for me last night with Reese, but I think it’s best if you and I just go back to the way we were before.”
She leans against the counter and opens the can of soda in her hand.
I realize as I watch her, that I don’t want to go back to the way things were. Not at all, and I still don’t quite know what that means, but it’s the only thing keeping me in my place, staring at her with heavy emotion swirling around inside me.
“What do you do for those men on the app?” I ask, and her eyes dart up to my face with the abrupt subject change, one she’s clearly not comfortable talking about.
“It’s none of your business,” she bites back.
“Do you touch yourself for them? Let them watch you with toys?”
“You admitted to watching me in the shower yesterday. You have no room to talk!”
