Chapter 18: Jealous over my own son

That night Steve was set up to sleep on the couch, I went upstairs to get ready. When I got out of the bathroom I saw him standing outside the bathroom in just shorts no shirt. I looked over his body as I took in his large frame covered in tattoos, his muscles were bulging off of him. I stood still for a moment when he brushed up against me to pass by, I stood in place for a moment, all I could think about was jumping him having his hard body against mine as my body begged him to take me.

I paced a bit in front of the bathroom door, contemplating waiting for him when I cowardly walked away and jumped into bed. I listened as the bathroom door opened and I heard his footsteps make it down the stairs, I laid awake starring at the ceiling thinking about him. He’s just down the stairs, I just need to get up and go down the stairs and I could do everything in my mind.

Everything has changed so much between us, I didn’t look at him like my boyfriends best friend anymore, he was someone I wan