Stepbrother Wants Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 111 - チャプター 120

Lily:“Lily!” A familiar sharp feminine voice called out to me, making me glance over my shoulder.Taylor was standing at the door with her hands placed on her hips, throwing me that smug smile she has on whenever she's excited.And standing beside her was Chris, who had a small smile on his face. I searched his face, smiling back but talking to him with my eyes. He responded, batting his eyelids to assure me that he wasn't going to say anything.I heaved a sigh of relief, beaming as I approached both of them.“Tayyyy,” I said, wrapping my arms around her.We hugged so tight that I almost couldn't breathe for a minute.I jokingly jabbed Chris on the elbow, grinning.He frowned slightly, “How come she gets a hug and I get an elbow jab? Not fair.” I breathed a laugh, “Jabs are for special people like you.” I whispered so Tay wouldn't hear.But from the way she snapped her head towards me, shaking it from side to side, I knew she must have heard me.“Sometimes, I wonder if this girl lov

Mason By the time we got back to Lily’s dad’s place in New York, I was running on fumes. The bar had been loud, crowded, and I had spent the entire night trying to act normal while keeping my hand on her leg when no one was looking. I wasn’t sure if it was courage or recklessness, but the moment we stepped into the apartment, I just wanted to collapse next to her.“Finally,” Lily muttered, kicking off her shoes. Her hair was messy, strands sticking to her forehead from the night’s drinks, but she still looked perfect in a way that made my chest tighten.I smirked, shaking my head. “You’re dangerous, you know that? I can barely keep my hands off you.”She rolled her eyes and smacked my arm. “Not here, Mason.” Her voice was playful, but I could hear the tension beneath it. Her dad was somewhere in the apartment. We had to be careful. Always careful.I followed her into the bedroom, my stomach twisting in anticipation. Being here, alone with her even for a second, felt like walking on a

Mason'sPacking was always chaos, but it felt different this time. I kept stealing glances at Lily as she threw clothes into her suitcase, hair messy, lips slightly swollen from the night before at the bar. She had that tired-but-beautiful look that made it impossible to focus on anything else.“Do you really need three pairs of shoes?” I asked, holding up one of the boxes she’d tossed into her bag.She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I'm not leaving my shoes behind.”I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.”“Hey,” she said, smirking, “I pack for survival, not for your approval.”We worked in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying not to step too close. But every time our hands brushed, my pulse jumped. I caught her looking at me more than once, that same little spark in her eyes that said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her.Her dad appeared behind her, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Lily, here. Let me help,” he said. His tone was gentle, but firm,

Lily:The ocean breeze drifted through the open balcony doors, warm and lazy. The sound of waves against the shore was the only thing pulling me out of sleep. For a long moment, I just lay there, eyes half open, staring at the sunlight spilling across the sheets.Mason was still asleep beside me, one arm slung carelessly around my waist. His hair was a mess, his breathing slow and even. He looked peaceful, like the chaos of the world couldn’t touch him here.I didn’t want to move. Not yet.Last night was still fresh in my mind, the way his hands had felt against my skin, the way he’d looked at me like I was the only thing that mattered. It had been reckless and terrifying and perfect.My phone buzzed on the nightstand, making me jump. Mason groaned softly, his arm tightening around me.“Don’t move,” he murmured, voice muffled against my shoulder. “Just five more minutes.”I smiled, leaning back into him. “You said that thirty minutes ago.”“Then make it thirty-five,” he said, eyes sti

Mason's Packing was always chaos, but it felt different this time. I kept stealing glances at Lily as she threw clothes into her suitcase, hair messy, lips slightly swollen from the night before at the bar. She had that tired-but-beautiful look that made it impossible to focus on anything else. “Do you really need three pairs of shoes?” I asked, holding up one of the boxes she’d tossed into her bag. She shot me a look over her shoulder. “I'm not leaving my shoes behind.” I chuckled, shaking my head. “You’re ridiculous.” “Hey,” she said, smirking, “I pack for survival, not for your approval.” We worked in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying not to step too close. But every time our hands brushed, my pulse jumped. I caught her looking at me more than once, that same little spark in her eyes that said she wanted me as badly as I wanted her. Her dad appeared behind her, holding a neatly folded stack of clothes. “Lily, here. Let me help,” he said. His tone was gentle, b