I grabbed the last two boxes from the trunk and slammed the car door. The driveway was hot under the afternoon sun, the concrete baking under my shoes and sending heat up through the thin soles. My mom and her new husband had moved into this house a few months ago. I was twenty-two, still living on my own, and now I was back under the same roof as her new family. Great.I walked up the steps carrying the boxes, the cardboard digging into my forearms. My thin white tank top was already sticking to my back, the fabric damp and clinging between my shoulder blades. No bra. As I got closer, the open front door let in cold air from the AC, a sudden chill against my overheated skin. My nipples were hard, pressing visibly against the thin material, the outline clear. I felt embarrassed and exposed, heat rising in my face, but I kept moving.Kelvin stood there, just stepping out of the bathroom. A white towel hung low on his hips, water still dripping down his chest and over his abs in slow, g
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