Three hours later, Lucke still hadn't come out of his room.
I had gone to have breakfast, leaving him a sandwich in the kitchen just because I couldn't help myself. My mother had raised me well. I didn't see him in the kitchen, but an hour later, when I went back for a piece of fruit, the sandwich was gone. After all, he ended up liking it. I smiled to myself, feeling stupidly flattered.
I also took a shower and dressed more comfortably, without revealing too much. Now I was sitting in the middle of my bed, looking out the window and trying to analyze what had happened in my stepbrother's room. I had liked that kiss, a lot actually, and now I couldn't get it out of my mind. Why had he kissed me like that? And after I had cut the cord to his sound system? He should have been furious with
