Daelan’s POV
It was just concern. That’s all. I kept telling myself that.
I mean, come on,, any decent person would’ve stopped. She was sitting there like some drenched stray, a soaked box beside her, looking like she'd just been kicked out of her place and made to walk away. I wasn’t made of stone. And yeah, she was technically the daughter of my father’s wife. Not like I’d ever signed up for that arrangement or was starting to accept the mother and daughter. Still, human decency or whatever.
That’s all this was.
I sat down next to her, trying not to look too long, but my eyes did their own thing. Her clothes clung to her skin, her pants molded to her thighs, and her sweatshirt outlining her body. She looked wrecked, vulnerable. But still... still kind of hot in the worst possible w
