The room was freezing.

The old guesthouse had wooden walls and a single ancient heater that barely worked.

By midnight, the temperature had dropped sharply, and the thin blanket we shared felt like nothing against the chill seeping through the cracks in the window.

I lay on my back, staring at the wooden ceiling, trying desperately to ignore the beautiful woman lying beside me.

Bianca— My stepmother.

She was curled up on her side facing away from me, her breathing soft and even. The oversized t-shirt she wore had ridden up slightly during the night, exposing the smooth skin of her lower back and the generous curve of her ass...