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My stepson and I 2

Author: Faithuba
last update Last Updated: 2025-08-10 15:35:41

Saturday afternoon sunlight poured through the blinds in lazy stripes, dust motes drifting in the warm air. I had just made a second cup of coffee when my phone buzzed on the counter. Caleb’s name lit up the screen. I heard your weekend trip got cancelled. Want some company? My first instinct was to say no. My second instinct was to ask him what exactly he meant by company. Before I could overthink it, my thumbs were already moving. Sure. Bring wine.

It was less than two hours later when a firm knock sounded at the door. When I opened it, he was leaning one shoulder against the frame, a paper bag in one hand and that same easy smirk that seemed to live on his mouth. The bag held two bottles of wine. He stepped inside like he had been here a hundred times, taking in the space with a glance before looking back at me. His eyes caught on the sweater and soft leggings I had thrown on, and the way they lingered made me feel suddenly aware of every inch of fabric against my skin.

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