Chapter 9
Morning was... different.
Neither of us had expected to pass out. I could tell that much from the way we were still on top of the covers, the summer breeze licking our dried sweat. I turned over beside Paxton, making sure that what I’d dreamt of had actually been real. There he was, flesh and blood and muscle beside me. It was strange, but I didn’t know how to feel.
The passion we’d succumbed to last night had been... intense. And it wasn’t like I hadn’t enjoyed myself. But now, in the broad light of day, I couldn’t help but feel a creeping sense of shame. I was waking up in bed next to my naked, spent stepbrother. Who does that?
Swallowing the conflict for now, I sat up and looked around, trying to find a clock that could tell me the time. I’d have to settle for Paxton’s cel
