Forbidden Romance With My Stepbrother
He was not wrong about caring, Ethan cared, he always had but he was wrong about the kind of storm I was carrying, because it was the kind that had Maverick’s name carved right through the center of it.
“I know,” I said, keeping my eyes on the path. “Thanks.”
He didn’t press after that. We walked in silence, our footsteps echoing. Inside my head, the silence was anything but calm.
Every time I glanced at Ethan’s hands swinging at his sides, I saw Maverick’s instead and every time Ethan smiled, I saw the smug tilt of Maverick’s mouth, daring me to deny how much I wanted him.
And the worst part? I kept comparing. Kept wondering how it would feel if Ethan leaned in right now, if his lips presse