~ Evie ~
We’re sitting here at breakfast and I’m doing my best to act like everything’s normal… like my p***y isn’t still swollen and tender from last night's basement marathon with Jack.
Dad’s at the stove flipping eggs, same as always, humming some cheesy old tune, grinning like life’s perfect. Claire’s across the table sipping tea, glued to her phone. And Jack - Jack’s just sitting there, calm as anything, like he didn’t f**k me senseless in the basement till dawn.
Claire sets her phone down and clears her throat. "Evie, sweetie, we need to talk about something." Her voice is all mom-like. My heart skips - s**t, is this it? The "I know you're f*****g your stepbrother" talk? I freeze with my toast halfway to my mouth. Jack's eyes flick to mine, tense. But then she smiles, and it's not
