Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother
MARKS’, skated over, grinning at me through his helmet cage.
“Alvin’s sister,” Emily said, a mischievous glint in her eye.
“Soon to be step sister actually,” I corrected automatically, my cheeks heating while sending a glare at Emily's way.
That only made them grin wider.
“Doesn’t matter. She’s cute.”
"Real cute, like a tiny chipmunk."
"Nah she ain't that tiny, more like my cute hamster."
"Dude that thing you have in your house ain't a hamster, it's a mutated rat that you made fat."