CHAPTER 1: STEPBROTHER'S DEPRAVED FANTASIES

LUNA'S POV

I'm not snooping.

I'm looking for a phone charger because mine died and Kane's room is right across the hall.

That's my excuse if anyone asks why I'm rifling through my stepbrother's desk at 3pm on a Tuesday.

Kane. Twenty-three. Computer science degree, works remotely, spends most of his time in his room doing nerd shit I don't understand.

He moved back home six months ago after graduating, and we've been doing this awkward dance ever since - polite at dinner, avoiding each other in the hallways, pretending we're not two strangers forced to share a bathroom.

He's cute, I guess. In that...