MY STEPSISTER AND HER GIRLFRIENDS V

Nicholas’ POV

The week after Daisy marked me with her scent was a special kind of hell. Mid semester was a blur of caffeine and cramming, but my brain was elsewhere—stuck in a loop of her lotion-slick skin, the bite of steel cuffs, the taste of her on my fingers. I jacked off constantly, of course. In the shower before class, in my car between lectures, in my bed at night with the headboard deliberately knocking the wall. No answer came from her side. The silence was a punishment.

Daisy and I moved around each other like planets in a cold orbit. We carpooled in a quiet so thick you could choke on it. She wore oversized sweatshirts and no makeup, her hair in a practical ponytail. She helped me with my communication coursework at the kitchen table, her explanations patient, her eyes never meeting mine for too long. It was maddening. I’d slap her ass playfully when she leaned over the table to point at a formula; she’d just swat my hand away without a word, a faint pink blush on her