All Chapters of The Rising Temperature between Me and My “Step-brother”: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

The blush on the girl’s cheeks spread rapidly, her heart brimming with liquid desire. She wanted to. She wanted it so badly..."Hah... I...""Wendy."Don’t, don’t force her.And definitely don’t stare into her eyes like that, pressuring her to say those words—as if once she admitted she wanted it, whatever he did to her afterward would be her own fault. As if she were the one who craved him, the one who couldn’t control her desires."You don’t like me? Or you don’t want it?"Asher smirked, lowering his head to kiss her again, determined to make her voice her desire for him.Wendy couldn’t hide how good it felt, her lashes fluttering, her eyes dazed."I want it, Asher. I want you."The moment the words left her lips, Wendy was effortlessly swept up into Asher’s arms and carried into the bedroom.Asher took Wendy’s hand and placed it on his waist. "He

Wendy’s heart swung between sweetness and sourness, like a revolving lantern spinning endlessly. The moment Asher let go, the wheel in her heart slowed to a stop, the needle hovering between the two emotions at the last second.Asher suddenly pinched her cheek, his lips curling as he stared straight at her. “Jealous?”Wendy couldn’t hold his gaze. In her fluster, the needle tipped toward sweetness.“Why would I be jealous?”“That’s Neil’s older cousin. She and her friends came to the music festival too. She just saw me and came over to say hi.”If he hadn’t given his baseball cap to Wendy, maybe none of this would have happened.She had cried her eyes out the night before, waking up with swollen eyes. Without makeup, her complexion looked terrible, so she had outright snatched his cap to wear.At the restaurant, he hadn’t realized she would care about this and had

On Saturday, Sam and Simone returned home at noon and in the afternoon, respectively.That evening, the family dined out. After returning, Sam began arranging the next day’s schedule to take Wendy to school. Wendy had secured on-campus housing—luckily, she’d gotten a two-bedroom suite with separate bedrooms.SU offered several dormitory types for undergraduates. The most luxurious were single apartments for athletes on athletic scholarships. Next came suites like Wendy’s—two bedrooms with a small common area. Then there were standard doubles with shared bedrooms, offering no private space.Sam let Wendy choose the time. A morning dorm setup would leave the afternoon free for outings, but he noticed his daughter seemed listless. Perhaps she’d overexerted herself at Thursday and Friday’s music festival. An afternoon departure would let her sleep in.But none of this was the main concern."Wendy," Sam began aw

Stern pointed at the wristband on her wrist. "Your wristband is the same style as Asher Voss's. So either you like football and the Lightning, or you have a boyfriend who's a fan of the team and made you wear it as a warning to other guys."Like how guys wear their girlfriend’s hair tie?Wendy glanced down at the sports wristband on her wrist.No wonder. No wonder someone had insisted on putting it on her that Friday night.Wendy looked at Stern and smiled. "I’m neutral about football. Don’t love it, but don’t hate it either."Stern’s expression froze. He took another look at the wristband and suddenly noticed it wasn’t the same as the official team wristband he’d bought.The color scheme was different, and the craftsmanship was far more refined—it looked custom-made rather than mass-produced.Not just the same style as the player’s, but the actual pla

The lighting wasn’t bright enough, but she could barely make out the handsome face on the poster materializing before her. Her heart raced wildly—a mix of joy and bittersweet ache tangled inside her. Even though she knew it was him, it still felt surreal.When he said Hayden wasn’t the one delivering the tickets, she had considered the possibility that it might be him. But how could he be here? Tomorrow was the game, and he was the team’s key player. He should be training, strategizing, or if everything was already prepared, resting in his dorm to conserve energy for the match.Not here, wrapping his strong arms around her waist, his searing breath burning her cheeks, a careless, low chuckle sending her heart into chaos.Wendy was crushed against his chest, the faint light completely blocked by Asher’s broad shoulders. In the dim corner, she couldn’t see anything, but she could feel the weight of his gaze—intense, pierci