ONE NIGHT STAND WITH MY STEPBROTHER
Yubi
I barely slept that night, every time I closed my eyes, I felt him again his breath against my neck, the warmth of his hands, the way he whispered my name like it meant something. Like I was special.
I don't remember finally falling asleep or him leaving either.
I wake up alone in his bed, wrapped in a sheet that still smells like him. For a second, I lie there trying to pretend I’m dreaming, that last night didn’t happen, that I didn’t let myself fall into the arms of the one man I should never have allowed to touch me.