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I need to shut this down permanently, and that might mean not going home when she’s gonna be there, which is a little hard since our parents only live an hour away. It’s easy to just take off for the weekend.
I steel myself as I go change for practice.
I’m the fucking quarterback. A man who can get anything he wants right now.
Any friend. Any play. Any chick. Any fucking party I want, and I’m the star attraction.
It irks me that Luna doesn’t see me in the same light that others do. She calls me out. She doesn’t put me on a fuckin’ pedestal like everyone else. And I’d kinda dig that if she wasn’t being such a bitch to me, we might even get along.
Luna needs to accept that it wasn't my fault at the frat party. I didn’t see her until I walked right over to the closet. And when I did…my cock was hard all over again at how dirty it was.
She should never have hidden in the goddamn closet, and watchedme get sucked off. That was her choice, so that’s on her.
As disgusted as I should be about that, the thought thrills me.
It’s forbidden. She’s a girl I can never have.
The only girl I can never have.
Any other chick would be jumping on my dick without a second thought. But not Luna.
She’s not like that.
Nobody is good enough for her, especially me.
I decide I’ll look out for her, but only because deep down, I do care. I don’t want to see anyone take advantage of her or fuck her around. In fact, I’ll snap someone’s neck before that happens.
It’s not a thing.
Just me looking out for my stepsister.
And that’s what I need to keep telling myself. I do have a thick skull, after all, according to some.
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The last fuckin’ thing I need is Luna on the back of my sled, but I have no other choice.
I’m half tempted to call Rock to come deal with it, but at the end of the day, Luna is my problem to sort out. Just like always.
I shake my head as I tug my boots on and run a hand over my scruff. Fuckin’ Lu.
She’s always been a pain in my ass ever since that night at the frat party. And then there was that other time…much later, when we got closer than we ever should have.
I swallow hard at the memory.
I just can’t win with her. I know this already, yet I still keep getting her out of messes.
She’s always found fuckin’ trouble.
It’s like she just attracts it.
When she left for a few years, I worried about her. Especially when she wouldn’t reply to my texts and told me to fuck off.
We got close again. We didn’t fuck that time, but close to it, and then I just couldn’t. I think about the first time we got closer… Jesus H. Christ. Panic washes over me.
