My Stepbrother’s Dirty Secret
The morning light filtered weakly through Percy’s thin curtains, casting pale stripes across the couch where I’d crashed for the second night in a row. My body ached from the awkward position, but it was nothing compared to the heavier weight pressing on my chest. Davin still hadn’t texted back. Not a word since that explosive fight in the quad. His confession hung in the air like smoke I couldn’t clear—How do you want me to say I want you as my girlfriend?—and the silence afterward felt louder than any yell. I missed my friend, the safe, easy version of him, but romance? After Girad, the thought made my skin crawl. Percy had checked on me twice already, her own eyes shadowed from nightmares