Celeste

I couldn’t sleep last night. No matter how many times I turned, pulled the blanket up to my chin, or closed my eyes, I felt Jace’s hand on me again.

Just a brush of his skin against mine, barely lasting a heartbeat, yet my body clung to it as if it were burned into me.

This was wrong. He was my stepbrother now—completely off-limits. I should have felt disgusted, ashamed.

But the harder I tried to shove that truth into my stubborn brain, the more the memory replayed. It was like my body was mocking me, whispering, You can’t lie to yourself forever.

If he had kissed me… oh...