Cheryl's POV:
'Eric is insane. I'll admit, a part of me was screaming that it felt good when he kissed me and touched me. But we're step-siblings. Whether it's love or desire, neither should exist between us.'
I struggled against him, turning my face to the side to avoid looking into those dangerously captivating eyes. Eric didn't say a word. His warm fingers lightly brushed against my face, and then, with a firm but gentle motion, he turned my head back, forcing me to meet his gaze.
I thought he was going to kiss me again, but instead, he softly tucked a stray curl behind my ear. "I like your hair," he said quietly.
"Who cares what you like? Let me go!" My voice trembled as I raised it.
"Shh, Cheryl. Do you want Rachel to hear us?" Eric pinned my wrists above my head, holding them fi
