Dear Stepbrother
As I got off the car, my eyes were scanning the entire house and they stopped in front of a small garage on the side.
The garage door suddenly flew open, and there emerged a guy, about my age, or maybe a bit older. He was shirtless, only wearing some board shorts that hung lowly on his hips. His body was lean but muscular, with tattoos everywhere. He also had that perfect tan, and his hair was dirty blonde and messy. He looked up to see Peter, then Lacey, and then his eyes stopped at me. He caught me looking at him, and I automatically froze awkwardly, not knowing what to do.
"And this is Ryder, my son," Peter announced.
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