SEVEN NIGHTS WITH MY STEPFATHER
“Big shoes to fill. Cassian’s work is legendary.”
I managed a tight smile, unsure what to say. My tongue felt glued to the roof of my mouth.
Cassian’s hand dropped from the back of the couch to my thigh.
His palm settled just above my knee, warm and heavy through the thin fabric of my leggings. His thumb began a slow, deliberate stroke, back and forth, back and forth, like he was petting something he already owned.
My entire body locked.
He kept talking as if nothing was happening.
“Marcus and Elena were married three days ago in Gstaad,” he told me, fingers still moving. “They want something intimate, something only they will ever see. A private anniversary gift to themselves every year.”
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