Stepbrother; My Salvation
I was trapped in his intense gaze, my heart racing.
His words hung in the air, laced with a flirtatious undertone. "Wouldn't you like me to pop your cherry, mi Tesoro?" He asked again, his honey-brown eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled. The nickname, once awkward, now felt strangely intimate. I raised an eyebrow, trying to feign innocence. "I'm not some stranger, Mr Honey Brown Eyes," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. His chuckle was low and husky, and he leaned in closer, his voice taking on a teasing tone. "I didn’t say you were one.”
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