Jaxon
As soon as I go to my room, I sat there in the dark, the phone screen the only light in my room. My thumbs kept moving, even when my eyes burned.
"How to reduce cramps fast."
"Does chocolate actually help period pain?"
"What not to say to a girl on her period."
I read everything. Articles, blogs, random forums. Half of it sounded useless, half of it made sense, but all of it—every stupid word—I took in like it was gospel. Because it was her. And I couldn’t stand watching her curl up, biting back those sounds that weren’t pleasure this time but pain.
I wanted to fix it.
And that scared me more than anything else.
Because wanting to fix her pain wasn’t stepbrother instinct. It wasn’t something safe. It was something deeper, heavier. Something I couldn’t name without admitting w
