The steam curled from my chai tea, filling the kitchen with its warm, spiced scent. I wrapped my hands around the mug, staring blankly at the marble countertop.
I had barely slept.
Elara hadn't answered my calls. Not last night. Not this morning. Ryder and I had chatted. He had practice. I had spent the morning watching him coach some juniors while I practiced with the cheer leaders which would leave me sore later on.
School would be starting next week. I had two weeks before my mother's wedding and two more weeks until whatever I had with Ryder ends.
The s*x was good. His attention was good. But him turning out to be my step brother that would gross out the world and it's something I would like to avoid.
I hated this feeling.
The room silence was interrupted by an auto
