In Love With My Stepson
A sigh slips through my lips.
Standing in front of his room, I notice the door is slightly ajar—he’s expecting me.
I push it open, and there he is, casually sitting on the loveseat sofa, legs spread out, white shirt unbuttoned to the middle sleeves rolled up, his once always perfectly styled hair messy— the aftermath of him drinking with rafa.
He stands as I walk in and strides toward me, both his hands reaching for my face. He holds either side, leans in, and captures my lips in his Before I can react.