Leo stood at the bottom of the stairs, still holding on to the faint trace of her scent that lingered in the air.
He chuckled softly to himself.
The notebook might have been back in her hands, but the words were already burned into his memory.
She could deny it all she wanted, but he wasn’t stupid.
He had noticed the way she avoided his eyes.
The way her voice trembled when she spoke to him.
The way her cheeks turned pink when he read those lines aloud.
Those weren’t just silly little stories.
They were fantasies.
And they were about him.
Leo turned around and walked back to his room, the corners of his mouth curled into a smug smile. He closed the door behind him with a quiet click, locking out the rest of the world.
The smirk never left his face.
He threw himself onto the bed and leaned back against the pillows, folding his arms behind his head in thought.
So... his sweet, quiet little stepsister had dirty thoughts.
And they weren’t vague or innocent.
They were vivid.
They were deta
