Falling For My Stepbrother On Ice
Her cheeks flushed pink immediately.
"I cannot believe you still make me blush this hard," she muttered, looking away. "Leave me alone, August."
"Can't help it," I replied, acting playfully pompous. "I'm just naturally charming. It's not my fault beautiful girls blush around me."
She had her long chestnut brown hair in twin braids that hung over her shoulders. She was wearing a coffee-coloured FSU homecoming hoodie with a jean mini skirt and crocs with socks. Dressed casually, like she had just rolled out of bed and thrown on whatever was closest. And yet she was the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen.