Cheryl's POV:
Eric's palm burned with a fiery heat as it gripped my thigh. He leaned in, his breath quickening as he gazed at my lips. "Remember the billiard room? Want to calm that fire again?"
My cheeks turned a fiery red as I vividly recalled that moment. Yes, it was exactly like that. I was sprawled over the pool table, Eric's body pressed tightly against mine, hot and unyielding.
The memory made my breath catch, my cheeks and breath both heating up. No, I couldn't. I remembered Eric's stern warning from last time and quickly regained my composure. I slapped his hand away, retorting sarcastically, "Eric, we're step-siblings, remember? You told me to push you away."
Eric's gaze lingered on me, intense enough to almost burn through my skin. He placed his hand back, more audaciously t
