My Hot Step Brother Wants Me
When there was no response, I called out her name.
“Tati,” I said softly, just loud enough to carry through the opening.
There was a pause, then her voice. “Come in.”
I walk through the open door slowly, unsure whether my presence was welcomed. Tatiana was on her bed, her legs curled up under her, a hoodie drowning her frame. Her hair was pulled back, but loose strands framed her face like they didn’t care. It was a rare sight, really.
Tatiana always put an extra effort in her appearance, even though she clearly didn’t need to. She looked visibly tired, and not the kind that could be fixed with hours of sleep.