Sinful cravings for my hockey step brother
he grunted.
I just shrugged and went back to cleaning the glasses but my heart was racing in my chest and I could feel his glare on the side of my head.
He stepped toward me, looming over me, so that I had no choice but to look up but I held my ground.
What?”I asked, then he smirked, his hand darting into the sink.
“Oh, you want to play?” he muttered, a wicked glint finally returning to his eyes.
Before I could move away, he smacked a handful of bubbled, soapy water at my forehead. It blinded me for a second, the soap stinging my eyes.