MARK’S POV I woke up startled with my sheets tangled around my legs, my shirt half-off in disarray, and the lingering taste of vanilla on my lips.My head was pounding slightly, not from alcohol hangover, but from everything else.That dream. That insanely, vivid, body aching and mind shattering dream.A woman in bathed in the moonlight. Green eyes that cut through my head. A kiss that turned my blood into lava. And that body hourglass curves in a silk robe that left little to the imagination. She said her name was Linda, she said she was his....“Stepmom,” I muttered, rubbing a hand over my face. “Jesus.”It had to be a dream. My subconscious playing games with me again. A sick fantasy fueled by hormones and sleep deprivation, that was the only logical explanation because there's no way in hell that was real. That I kissed my father's wife.But just in case… I sniffed my shirt. Vanilla perfume. My stomach dropped as dread filled my mind.Nope, it was definitely not a dream. I ran
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