Answers I Don’t Want
323 Words
Chapter Eight
The hallway scene still echoed in my head hours later. His words. His touch. The way the whole school looked at me like I’d stolen something precious.
By the time the last bell rang, I wanted nothing more than to vanish. But fate wasn’t going to let me off that easy.
I had just stepped out the side door when a hand caught my wrist, tugging me into the shadowed alcove between buildings.
It was him.
My pulse jumped. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, yanking at my arm, but his grip was unyielding.
His eyes blazed, fire and something darker swirling in their depths. “Why are you running from me?”
I laughed bitterly. “Maybe because you’re ruining my life? Because you stood in front of the entire school and claimed me like—like—” My voice cracked, heat rushing to my cheeks.
“Like you’re mine,” he finished, stepping closer, his chest nearly brushing mine.
I froze. My body betrayed me, trembling, not with fear but with something far more dangerous.
“You can’t say things like that,” I whispered. “You can’t look at me like that. We’re—”
“Stepbrother and stepsister?” His tone was mocking, but his eyes… his eyes were deadly serious. “That doesn’t change anything. Not what I feel. Not what you feel, no matter how much you try to deny it.”
My heart stuttered. “You don’t know what I feel.”
He leaned in, his breath hot against my ear, his voice a growl that sent shivers down my spine.
“I know enough. And I’m done pretending.”
Before I could answer, his lips hovered dangerously close to mine, the space between us thinner than a breath.
And I realized, with bone-deep certainty, that if I didn’t stop him now, nothing would ever be the same again.
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