All Chapters of My Lover, My Stepbrother : Chapter 11 - Chapter 16

The morning sun filtered through the dining room curtains, casting soft golden streaks across the table, but the light didn’t reach the heavy, charged atmosphere hanging in the air. I sat at my usual spot, staring down at my plate of toast and eggs, barely able to lift my head. Every part of me felt different—like I’d been completely remade the night before, stitched back together with Vance’s hands, his mouth, his words. My skin still hummed, sensitive and aware, carrying the ghost of every touch he’d left behind. It felt like I was glowing from the inside out, a bright, burning light I had to work desperately hard to hide. Across from me, Vance sat quiet. He looked unbothered on the surface—relaxed posture, one arm draped over the back of the empty chair beside him, lazily sipping his coffee. But I knew better. I saw the way his jaw was set, the way his eyes were darker than usual, heavy with the weight of what we’d done and what we now shared. Every few secon

The air in my room felt thick and heavy, still humming with the aftershocks of what we’d just done, but Vance wasn’t done. Not even close. He shifted his weight, dragging himself slowly up my body until his face hovered right over mine, his eyes dark and glazed, burning with a need that hadn’t faded, it had only grown sharper, hungrier. He looked at me like I was the only thing that existed, like he wanted to memorize every line, every dip, every inch of skin he hadn’t touched yet. “You feel so good through the clothes,” he murmured, his voice rough and wrecked, fingers brushing lightly over the collar of my shirt. “But I need more. I need to feel you. All of you.” My breath hitched, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. There was fear there, sharp and bright, but it was completely drowned out by the overwhelming, aching need to be closer, to feel him skin to skin, no barriers, no fabric, nothing between us at all. I nodded slowly, unabl

The next morning, I walked into school with my guard already up. Even though I’d turned Aldrich down clearly the day before, I couldn’t shake the feeling that things weren’t fully settled yet. We were from the same department, shared two major subjects together, and sat only a few seats apart in both classes, distance wasn’t something I could use to escape him. And honestly? Aldrich was too nice, too genuine, the kind of person who didn’t know how to take a hint the wrong way or hold a grudge. I knew he wouldn’t make things awkward, but I also knew he wouldn’t just disappear completely. I was halfway to our first class when he fell into step beside me. “Hey,” he said, voice warm and easy, no trace of hurt or awkwardness from yesterday. He held his books against his chest, smiling that soft, sincere smile that made it impossible to actually dislike him. “Saw you from the gate. Thought I’d catch up.” “Hi,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral but