Ryan’s POV
I lay on my bed, torn between the desire to help Katelyn with her cleaning and the strange, unsettling emotions that always seemed to surface whenever I was near her.
When she had walked into my room, I couldn’t keep my eyes away from her, I only used those mean words to send her away since my heart was racing again, I just needed to leave this place quickly before I do something that I would be unable to stop.
She had asked me to join her in tidying up the place, I should have helped her, right now I couldn't shake the feeling that she could use a hand. It bothered me to think of her cleaning the whole place on her own.
Katelyn is my step-sister, I keep reminding myself, and it was a complicated relationship. The emotions I felt around her were a confusing jumble of care,
