Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
I froze.
Maverick glanced at me, that teasing smirk spreading slowly across his face, and I wanted to melt, to scold or shove him away, and at the same time, I didn’t want to move. We complied mechanically, my fingers brushing against his, and my skin seemed to ignite with every accidental contact.
“Good, good! This is fantastic!” Mum said, snapping a few more photos. “I can’t wait to print these. Maybe I’ll even put them in frames… oh, you’ll love this, Malia, I’ll make a little gallery!”