บททั้งหมดของ MY STEPBROTHER’S OBSESSION : His touch, my sin: บทที่ 31 - บทที่ 40

TreyI sit across from Yubi at the table, the folder of Abel’s prison papers between us, and I can feel the tension radiating off her in waves strong enough to make the air thick. She’s quiet now, but it’s not the quiet of thoughtfulness. No, this is something heavier. Something sharp, something that prickles at my skin and refuses to leave me alone.I try to gauge her mood, to read the subtle clues in her body language, but the truth is I’m barely keeping it together myself. My chest tightens every time I look at her. Every time she’s close. Every time she brushes past me, or shifts in her chair. That warmth, that something between us that I can’t put into words, it’s alive and dangerous, and I hate that it’s still there, especially now. Especially with Naomi’s disappearance and Abel somewhere out there, potentially more dangerous than either of us even realize.I know I have made mistakes. Huge ones. Not just last night. Not just the kiss that happened in that storage room God, I sh

Trey It has been hours since I last saw Yubi, hours since that impossible, scorching moment in the storage room, and I can’t focus on anything else. The papers, Abel, Naomi, it’s all a blur. My mind keeps going back to her, to the way she moves, the way she looks at me with those eyes that can cut right through me, the tension that’s always there, simmering just beneath the surface.I run a hand over my face, trying to shake it off, and then a thought hits me that I can’t ignore. I haven’t checked on her. Not since she went to feed Chanel. Not since I don’t even want to think about the last kiss, or the words I said, or the way she looked at me in that heated, confounding moment.I stand up, my jaw tight, and make my way upstairs. Every step is deliberate, careful, my nerves stretched thin. I’m trying to calm myself, tell myself I’m just checking on her. That’s all. Just to make sure she is okay.When I reach her door, I notice it’s half open. I pause instinctively, hand hovering ov

Yubi I balance Chanel against my shoulder, gently rocking her as I step out of the clinic. The sun is warm, not too harsh, and the quiet hum of the parking lot feels like a strange kind of peace after the chaos of last night.Chanel is half asleep, her tiny fists curled near her face. I lower myself onto the metal bench outside the entrance, taking a moment just to breathe. Today went so smoothly. The doctor said she is growing perfectly. Healthy. Strong. My heart swells with pride.I grab her baby bag and start rummaging through it, looking for her sunhat before we head back home.That’s when I feel a shadow fall over me.I look up and I freeze up.Trey is walking straight towards me. How did he even find me and what did he want? My breath catches in my throat, not from fear, but from the shock of seeing him here, of all places. For a second I’m struck by how he looks different. Closed off. His Jaw tight, his eyes sharp with something I can’t read.But seeing him still does somethi

Trey The car ride home is suffocating.Not the quiet kind where two people are simply tired or lost in their thoughts.No, this is a silence with teeth. A silence that presses against the windows, thick, heavy, almost humming with everything neither of us is saying.My grip on the steering wheel is too tight. My fingers ache, my knuckles pale. I keep my eyes pinned to the road, pretending the lines on the asphalt are the only thing that matters. Pretending that the heat crawling under my skin is just leftover adrenaline and not the feeling of Yubi sitting barely two feet away and not saying a word.I can feel her watching me.Not directly, she keeps turning her face toward the window whenever I glance over.But I feel her gaze on me. Part of me wants her to ask her if she is okay but another part of me wants to stay silent until we get back to the house.She is holding Chanel’s tiny hand from the front seat, reaching back awkwardly to keep the baby calm after shifting her into the

Yubi.The moment the words leave my mouth, Did you find my mom? the room seems to freeze around me. No one breathes. No one moves. It’s like the entire house is holding its breath, waiting for the detectives to either save me or destroy me.The female detective exchanges a look with her partner. Not a good look. Not a hopeful look.Something cold enough to numb bone spreads slowly through my chest.“Ms. Yubu,” the female detective begins gently, “we are going to walk you through everything we discovered. And we understand this is going to be difficult to hear.”My lungs burn but I nod once.Or maybe I don’t. I can’t even tell if my body is responding or if I’m just imagining it.The male detective adjusts the folder in front of him. “Earlier today, we tracked Abel’s movements to an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city.”My hands curl so tightly around the edge of the couch my nails dig into the fabric. My heartbeat floods my ears loud, sharp, fast like my body already know