To Tempt My Stepbrother
I look up to him and back to the note.
Curves I know now; soft and supple,
As time condenses into moments.
Tangled hair spread over tangled sheets
Hands lower to all the wrong places and right dips
Yes, I need you now
“They will know,” I tell him.
Calum’s jack ticks. “How? You’re overthinking it, superstar.” Maybe. I have never had anyone write me a song, let alone use my name in one. He’s showing me off to the world. His shoulders sag, he grabs his note but my stare stops him from tearing out the page. I pry the note from his grip and he sighs. “You’re right, they’ll know. I wasn’t thinking.”
Bab Populer