Lavender:
“Shame—on you,” I stuttered, stepping back from him until my back hit the wall.
“Shame? What is that? I might’ve heard of that word, but the memory of it fades away when I see someone worth forgetting it for,” his voice turned husky as he leaned closer, his arm resting on the wall behind me.
I suddenly felt so awkward. He shouldn’t be standing so close to me.
“I’m your stepsister. Should you really be talking to me like that?” I hissed—or at least tried to sound confident—but my knees were shaking.
“Let’s just say—” he leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “maybe I am a sister fucker.”
My whole body felt the heat from his words, and my lips parted to scold him, but no sound came out.
However, I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me blush from embarrassment.
“Too bad, I’m not intrigued,” I said, pushing him away—but I felt weird after touching his muscular chest.
“Of course a four-eyed monster like you knows she’s not worth chasing after,” he snapped now t
