Jessica
I’m so ashamed of what I told Luke yesterday. I said he looked good, and he immediately knew that I didn’t mean it in a sisterly way. No, I meant it in a “damn, you’re fine” kind of way, and he didn’t take it lightly. He said I was his sister and gently turned me down, yet it still hurt.
And this morning, when I drag my feet inside the kitchen, I’m swallowed up by embarrassment. I don’t know how to face Luke now, especially when he looks up and smiles at me. s**t. He is so pretty. Am I just supposed to pretend as if I’m not attracted to him? And s**t! When did I become such a slut for my own stepbrother? I’m so weird...
“Morning,” Luke says and takes a bite from his toast. It crunches in his mouth. “Slept well?”
I take a seat by the table, my heart hammering inside my
