Inlove with my stepbrother 의 모든 챕터: 챕터 11 - 챕터 20

Throughout the day, it was impossible not to notice Jaxon. Everywhere Amaya went, she heard people whispering about him. Some were impressed by his looks, others curious about his transfer, and more than a few openly admitted they wanted to “get to know him.”And wherever Jaxon was, Tiana seemed to be, too. She sat next to him in the cafeteria, walked with him across the courtyard, and even lingered outside classrooms she didn’t belong to just to talk to him.Amaya tried not to notice. She really did. But each time she caught sight of them together, her stomach knotted.What was it about Tiana that made her so bold? And why did Jaxon let her get so close?It bothered her more than she wanted to admit.When she finally got home that evening, Amaya dropped her bag on the floor of her room and collapsed onto her bed.She told herself she didn’t care. She told herself Jaxon’s life was his own and she had no right to feel anything about it. But the truth kept gnawing at her.The image of J

Amaya lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling, her mind looping the same word over and over like a broken record.Baby.That’s what he had called her.The way it had slipped past his lips, soft but intentional, had burned into her memory like fire etched on glass. She had heard that word before, but from him, in that moment, it felt different. Dangerous. Tender. Too personal.She turned onto her side, hugging her pillow, replaying the sound of his voice. She wanted to brush it off, convince herself it was nothing, maybe a slip of the tongue. But deep down, she knew it wasn’t. Jaxon wasn’t the type to say things without meaning them.And that was the problem.Her chest tightened as she whispered under her breath, “Why would you call me that…?”The air felt heavy in her room, the quiet pressing against her ears until she reached for her phone. The lock screen lit up, and for a second, her breath caught in her throat.Her chat app sat at the top of the screen, and instinctively, she

Jaxon’s lips pressed harder against Tiana’s, the kiss no longer playful but hungry. Tiana leaned into him with ease, her hands sliding across his chest, tracing the lines of his body as though she had been waiting for this moment forever. Jaxon’s fingers tightened at the back of her neck, pulling her closer until her body pressed against his. Her perfume was intoxicating, her lips soft and eager. The kiss deepened, their mouths moving together in a rhythm that grew more urgent by the second. Tiana’s hand wandered up his jaw, then slid down slowly, teasing at his collar before brushing along his arm. Jaxon responded, his free hand brushing across her side, feeling the warmth of her body beneath the thin fabric of her dress. For a fleeting moment, the world narrowed down to the two of them, to the way her lips tasted and how her breath mingled with his. Her heart was in her throat. She hadn’t even realized tears had escaped until they streamed hotly down her cheeks. Her stepbrother,

Amaya pushed her door open and stepped inside, relief washing over her at finally being in her space. School had drained her, classes, whispers, and the constant pretending that everything was normal. She let her bag slide off her shoulder, sighing as she set it down by the chair. Just as she was about to close the door, a hand caught it from the other side. Her heart jumped. Before she could react, Jaxon slipped into her room and shut the door behind him. Her brows knit together instantly. “What are you doing here?” she asked sharply, backing up a step. Jaxon leaned against the door like he owned the place, his usual cocky smirk tugging at his lips. “Relax, I’m not here to kill you. Why are you acting like I’m some kind of intruder?” “Because you are,” she snapped, crossing her arms. “This is my room, Jaxon. You can’t just walk in whenever you feel like it.” He raised a brow, his eyes glinting with that frustrating calm confidence. “You’re mad. I can tell. You’ve been giving me

Amaya's povThe movie played on, but it was just background noise. I barely noticed the opening credits, my mind too tangled in the heat of the moment. Jaxon was leaning back on his bed, his dark eyes flicking toward me every few seconds. I tried to focus on the screen, pretending I was paying attention, but his presence was overwhelming, magnetic and impossible to ignore.I hesitated at the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding so hard I was sure he could feel it through the mattress. Every instinct screamed at me to step back, to retreat, to remind myself of all the reasons this was wrong. But every muscle in my body seemed to be glued to him, drawn forward by some invisible force.“Sit closer,” his voice murmured, low and deliberate, cutting through the tension like a knife. My stomach flipped. It wasn’t a question. It wasn’t a suggestion. It was a command, and somehow, I obeyed. My legs slid onto the bed, my body careful to stay distant, but my hands trembled as I gripped the edg