LOGINMichela Stewart spent years waiting for a boy who only knew how to make her feel small. At home, the one man who never looked at her that way was the last man she was supposed to want…. her stepfather, Miles. After her mother’s death, the house they shared became a quiet battlefield of glances, almost-touches, and words neither of them dared to finish. Michela learned how to stop shrinking. Miles learned how hard it was to stay only a guardian. But the outside world does not stay outside for long. An old crush refuses to accept that she has moved on. A woman from Miles’s past knows how to smile while she reaches for what still belongs to him. And a family that once closed its doors is suddenly interested in who stands beside him now. When private feelings collide with public pressure, Michela must decide how much of herself she is willing to protect, and how much she is finally ready to claim. Some bonds are formed by blood. Others are formed by the people who see you when no one else does. And some secrets do not stay secrets forever.
View MoreMILES;She looked at me with questions deep in her eyes. Her mouth opened, but nothing came out right away. We stood just an inch apart in the dim cafe, the new furniture still smelling faintly of the new fittings.My eyes strayed to the old couches pushed to one side like they were waiting for something. We both knew there was a lot to say, but right then, something else sat heavier in me. I needed her body to remember who it answered to. I needed the taste of that boy gone.“What… do you mean?” she finally asked. I closed the space between us. “Are you saying…”I lifted a finger and drew it slowly across her parted lips. She went still. I wiped once, then again, like I could erase whatever he had left there. Her breath hitched, sending satisfaction down my spine. A small shiver ran through her, and the satisfaction of it settled even deeper in my gut…. Her body still knew me. Even after everything, it still knew me.“I’m saying…” I paused. “ I’m saying I need to teach your body who
MILES;Punching Nathan and leaving him with a bleeding nose was never part of the plan.Now I just kept one hand in my hair, rubbing through it roughly; my eyes stayed on the road, and the wheel locked in my grip like it had done something wrong. I didn’t look at Michela. Many times I felt her eyes on me, watching me… that steady side-stare like she was finding it hard to recognize the man behind the wheel.I wasn’t proud of what I did to Nathan, or where I did it. Hitting that arrogant boy like that, and in his father’s courtyard was messy, the kind of thing that could turn into phone calls and lawyers by morning. But a part of it felt really satisfying. I’d been meaning to leave him with something that would last him a while, and putting his hands on Michela was the only push I needed to get me on it.My stomach knotted at the thought of it… watching him force his mouth on her… watching her push and him press harder anyway…. I would wait for a thousand lawyers if I had to.I coul
MICHELA;I looked at his face. His eyes were fixed on mine. Was he seriously asking me that after what he had just done?Nathan stood close, close enough that I could feel the heat coming off him. The apology that had been in his eyes a minute ago was gone the minute he saw Miles. He had replaced it with that annoying ugly smile of his, and his shoulders sat higher now, proud, like he had done something worth showing off instead of something he had just begged forgiveness for.“You’re insane.” I shook my head. My brows pulled tight. “I think you need to get your head checked.”“I am perfect, Chela!” The snap in his voice cut the air, shocking me even. “It’s you who should tell me why you just called that man by his first name. Tell me why he’s always so protective of you like…”I did not let him finish. I didn't really care what he thought about Miles and me in that moment. His eyes were glaring like he had any right to get angry even if I chose to kiss Miles before him. A long, ugl
MICHELA; I walked down to the kitchen for a bottle of water. Jemy was already asleep. I guess the day had been a lot and worn her out, and I was not about to wake her. Earlier she had held my hand and told me I could stay as long as I needed. She had said Elena could show me to a room, or I could share hers. She even pointed out the section of her closet with new items… night robes, underwear, whatever I might need if I didn't feel like going back to the house yet. “You’re not even sure Miles is home,” she had said, and as much as I had to admit that, she was right. The kitchen door moved easily under my hand. I checked for the maids, my eyes peering in before my entire body. But the kitchen was empty, the lights had been turned low, and I really needed the water, so I went in, bent to the lower cabinet, and took a bottle from the pack. When I turned, Nathan was in the doorway. Leaning lightly against the frame. Watching me. I swallowed hard. His eyes moved from my fac












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