I had crossed the line with Edward countless times.
He always protested, but he had never truly pushed me away.
I sat on the couch waiting for him to finish work, kneading my aching waist with one hand.
The soreness was almost unbearable.
I waited for him like a faithful wife waiting for her husband to come home.
My phone rang. It was my stepfather.
I hesitated. I had no desire to answer him.
Before I could decide, the doorbell rang.
I hurried to the front door and opened it.
Calvin stood there clutching his black cane, his face thunderous.
I could have sworn he was away on a business trip. How had he returned so quickly?
I shrank back several steps. "Dad."
His eyes landed on the hickeys covering my neck, and his expression turned grim.
Only then did I realize how inappropriat
