It’s been six months since Mom and I moved in with her boyfriend Sam and his son Mike. Mom and Dad separated a year ago, thank God, because their relationship had been horrible for years. Ever since I can remember, all they did was fight. When Mom met Sam, I was a little bit concerned that things were moving too fast with them. That was until I met his son Mike. I know I shouldn’t be thinking things like this, but Mike is hot. I mean brutally hot. Six foot two, dark brown hair, light blue eyes, and all muscle, he ran track at our high school, played bass in a rock band, and made all the girls drool. And now he lived down the hall from me, a short walk away. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Every night I lay in bed imagining him in his room, wondered what he was doing, if he was touching
