Cynthia's Perspective
I breathed a sigh of relief. "Why are you prowling around in the middle of the night?"
Lambert ignored me, storming over and pushing me onto the bed.
The scent of his cologne, mixed with alcohol, enveloped me instantly. I tried to push him away, but he was too heavy.
Just as his lips were about to touch mine, I cried out, "Lambert, I'm your sister now!"
Sure enough, he froze, propping himself up on his hands and staring at me with a smile. "You know you're my sister, yet you didn't find it disgusting when you climbed into my bed that night?"
So, these past few days, he hadn't been drinking because Jasmine and Simon were getting married but because he thought he'd committed incest with me.
I almost laughed out loud. You don't have to feel so guilty because I am
