DIRTY SINS: A compilation of short forbidden stories
The light from above stretched their shadows across the floor, huge and menacing, and I swallowed hard.
“Basement's not a great hiding spot, sweetheart,” Mitch said this time.
I bit my lower lip, watching them through a narrow gap in the wardrobe door. Hans's shirt hung loosely over one shoulder. Honestly, I didn't know why he had taken it off, but I couldn't help admiring his body. I was already imagining what it would feel like to run my hands over it.
I shook my head slowly, trying to snap out of it.
What the hell? They're your stepbrothers, a tiny voice in my head screamed.