All Chapters of Tangled In My Step-brother's Sheet: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

ELENA What was he doing with her?The question hit me hard. I tried to shake it off, to focus on something else, anything else. But the image of them together did something to me. He doesn’t mean anything to me and I don’t mean anything to him. I reminded myself. I shook my head, trying to push away the thoughts. He could be with whoever he wanted—it had nothing to do with me. It wasn’t my business. And I wasn’t the type to pry or dig into things that didn’t concern me.I swallowed hard, keeping my gaze steady. Unfortunately, Regina had caught me staring at Logan. Her eyes narrowed slightly, lips pressing together in a way that said she had noticed far more than I wanted her to. I quickly looked away, redirecting my focus to Ethan and attempting to spark up a conversation. Would he still talk to me If he knew I was using him to take my mind away from Logan?I wasn’t sure he would but I needed Logan to see me sitting here, laughing, unbothered. I wanted him to feel something. Jeal

ELENA I looked over at him. I wanted to read his expression, at least to understand why he was so tense. I didn't think Regina was the main reason he was tense. I knew there was something beneath his scowl, his furrowed eyebrows and tight grip on the steering wheel. I followed his gaze, and his eyes were directed at the restaurant. "Don't hang around, Ethan," he warned. My head snapped back, eyebrows knitted as I scrunch my nose in confusion. Was that why he was so pissed? I wondered. The realization that I had won at the little game he was playing in the restaurant hit me, and I held in my laughter. "That's why you're angry?" I asked."You don't know Ethan," he turned to face me. "No. You don't know him," I retort. He laughed—a low, mocking sound that grated against my nerves. His head tilted back, shoulders shaking slightly, as if I had just told the funniest joke in the world. It wasn’t funny. Not to me. When his laughter finally died, he fixed me with a slow, assessing l

ELENA My heart shamelessly raced with anticipation, it was impossible to deny how my body shamelessly craved his touch. The proximity, the warmth of his body against mine wasn't making it any easier. My eyes fluttered closed again as he pressed a wet kiss to the middle of my neck. I gasped when he bit a little. I was exhausted from fighting it but I knew I had to try. My body shamelessly begged and yelled at me to cave in but I knew that I was going to have to push him away regardless. “I told you to stop,” I tried to say with a little bit more force but it ended up turning into a whisper instead. His eyes were dark and intense with heat as he pulled away just so his dark glance could travel over my face. I couldn't help the shudder that traveled down my spine as his eyes lingered hungrily on my lips. “Well, you can't blame me for being confused when your mouth says one thing and your body says another,” he said huskily. His words made every inch of my skin react with heat. It w

ELENA My body was heavy with exhaustion. I could barely move. My legs were sore and my eyes fluttered open as my gaze perused the room. I blinked. Maybe it was because I was still too heavy from sleep and exhaustion. The longer I looked, the longer I realized that I wasn't exactly in my room. The reality of it was slowly beginning to dwell in. The black curtains and the plain walls were enough giveaway that I was still in Logan's room. It was then that reality was slowly beginning to set in. Images of what went on last night, traveled through my memory. For a moment, my heart was caught in my throat as I forced myself to remember each detail. The details ignited my skin with heat and the throbbing between my core became existent. My body anticipated his touch again and I was barely able to get mind away from Logan's scent. It was then that I was able to register the slight touch of fingers gliding across my back, creating a certain kind of sensation. I turned to the side to see L

ELENA My back was ramrod straight. All I could feel was the tension through me. It took a little bit longer cutting into my pancakes. For the life of me, I prayed that no one noticed. My appetite was replaced with the anxiety that was crawling within the walls of my belly. It was impossible to focus on anything else but my sweaty palms. “Sweetie, are you alright?” My mom's voice reverted me back to reality. My shoulders flinched slightly as I met her gaze. Her brows were furrowed slightly as she studied my expression. It was reckless and it was hard to return my face back to its neutral expression but I did it anyway. If she persisted with the questions, I could just shrug it off with the excuse of being on my period. Mom and Logan's father had returned back from their trip this morning. It was impromptu and sudden. It was a good thing that I made it a priority to avoid him throughout Sunday. I only went out of my room when I needed to eat and I was on the verge of passing out.