After a long moment, I growled, "I can't date you." "Hello, I'm your stepsister!" ”
Daniel laughed as he flung his head back. I noticed the sun glinting off his pearly white teeth.
"I don't want to date you," Daniel said ,shaking his head. He was still laughing. My hands formed fists on their own. "Of course, Becky, I don't want to date you. "I just want to f**k you," he added.
I glared at him. "I hate you."
Daniel grinned. "That's not what I thought a few minutes ago," he said thoughtfully, tapping his chin with his finger. "You were moaning in my arms," he said. "That doesn't seem like the reaction of someone who despises me as much as you claim to."
As I turned on my heel and ran away, the sound of the slap across Daniel's face echoed off the alley walls. He didn't try to chase me
