My stepbrother
She’s about to pull her car door open when I shout.
“Wait!” She stops and looks at me, confused. I shuffle to her side of the car and quickly open the door.
“I’ll do that– beautiful women shouldn’t open their own doors.” I lean in, whispering, ensuring my lips gently graze her skin as I lift my head. She sways slightly, tilting her head. She looks up at me, puzzled, before slipping into the car.