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“You didn’t answer the question.”
“Because we’re related.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he says with a triumphant grin as we arrive in the kitchen.
My hands squeeze into fists at my sides as I watch him grab the placemats out of the drawer.
“It smells great in here,” August says to our parents who are at the stove, checking if the chicken breasts are fully cooked. He walks to the table with his heated eyes locked on me. “I can’t wait to taste this delicious bird. I’m starving for it.”
My jaw clenches as I glare at him.
I hate how he keeps making my body react this way.
I hate how he keeps making me blush.
How he keeps making me tingle.
But more than anything, I hate that I don’t want him to stop.
ChapterFive
Harmony
It’s after midnight and I still can’t sleep.
I’m tossing and turning in bed, thinking of my new stepbrother in the other room.
I’d much prefer you completely naked…
Maybe it’s the wine that’s turning my brain into a sex-starved monster. Yeah, that must be it. I did have two glasses.
I turn around in the sheets and huff out a frustrated breath.
It’s not the alcohol. I’ve had alcohol before and it’s never had this kind of effect on me. Nothing has had this kind of effect on me.
I’m a twenty-one-year-old virgin.
I’ve never even really had a crush on a boy before. I mean, I thought some guys were cute when I was in high school, but I never felt the need to have one of them as my boyfriend. I never yearned for sex or kisses, or even to hold their hand. I did hold Andrew Bateman’s hand in the eighth grade when we went to the dance together. It felt like I was holding a cold dead fish. I hated it.
But with August—with my new stepbrother—I can’t seem to stop these dirty thoughts from penetrating my mind.
Every time I close my eyes, I picture him shirtless. Every time I turn around, I feel his hands on me, turning me, bending me over, positioning me just how he wants.
Those hungry eyes, those soft-looking lips, that fucking body… I can’t get him out of my brain.
And it’s driving me crazy.
I sit up in bed with a huff and yank the twisted sheets off me.
I’m all worked up. My heart is going, my blood is boiling, and I’m all tingly down there.
I have to do something to change this mindset.
I’m in the middle of a book that could do the trick. It’s a memoir of a guy who escaped North Korea, so basically the least sexy thing possible. Unfortunately, it’s on the coffee table in the living room.
I get out of bed and quietly walk to the door. I open it and listen down the hallway. I don’t want to run into anyone right now. Especially, August.
I hear nothing but silence, so I hurry down the hallway and slip into the living room.
