Fall in Love with Stepbrother
“Eight!”
“I want you, Evelyn. I want your lips. I want your body. I want your skin.”
“Seven! Six!”
“You do?” Her voice is shaky, but it makes the ripples of want stronger.
“Five! Four!”
“I do.”
“Three!”
“I want you, too.”
“Two! One!”
The second the clock strikes midnight, I take Evelyn’s lower back in my hands, pull her close, and press my lips to hers.
The room we’ve left behind bursts into shouts, applause, laughter, and sappy music.