Sinful desire
The door of my bedroom clicked shut, and I collapsed against it, my chest heaving as if I had just run a marathon. My heart was hammering so violently against my ribs I could hear it echoing in my ears.
Mom.
The way Archie had whispered that word against my ear, his strong arms holding my waist, made my entire body shiver. I could still feel the phantom print of his large, warm hands on my skin. He was Matthew’s biological son. He was my stepson. It was wrong, it was sick, and it was a literal death sentence under this roof.