She’s my stepsister. The one girl I shouldn't want… but can't resist.
Kissing her was a mistake.
Five minutes earlier she was just the new girl in class—
all chaos and sharp edges, combat boots scuffed to hell,
calling me a coward in front of everyone.
Then somehow we ended up alone in the parking lot.
She stepped closer.
Slid her arms around my neck.
And kissed me like she meant it.
Soft. Sweet.
… And then she stole my wallet.
I was still trying to figure out what the hell just happened when my dad tackled her as she tried to sprint away.
“I see you’ve already met your new stepsister.”
Stepsister.
She looks at me. I look at her.
“Oh, you have got to be forking kidding me,” she groans.
Because now the girl who kissed me like my life depended on it…
is living in my house.