Masuk"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea
"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea
"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea
"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea
"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea
"You sure you don't mind me kicking your ass again tonight?" Andrew asked with that easy grin of his as he shuffled the deck of cards between his long fingers. I dropped onto the couch right next to him, letting my bare thigh press against his. "Keep dreaming. Tonight I’m winning everything." It was just the two of us in the house. Mom had left for her business trip that morning, and the quiet felt different now. Heavier. Friday night stretched out in front of us with nothing but time. Andrew was twenty-nine, stupidly hot, and had always treated me like his favorite friend instead of his stepdaughter. At twenty-one, I was used to people assuming we were dating whenever he drove me to campus or we grabbed coffee together. I never corrected them. Telling my college friends the truth felt too shameful, too awkward. So I let them think whatever they wanted. Lately though, the lie had started feeling dangerous in a completely new way. Every time he laughed at something I said, or lea







