“Oh, you didn’t tell me you have a stepsister, babe,” His fiancée said, her perfectly lined cat eyes scrutinizing me closely, then lingering a bit on the shirt on me. Her man’s shirt.

What was I even still doing here? My heart was beating fast. A second more, and I would embarrass myself. I walked fast past them, past her sugary perfume, her flirty laughter, and ran up the stairs.

The moment I reached my room, I slammed the door shut and sank to the floor, my hand holding my pounding chest.

What have I done?

I was still sore between my legs, my body still tingling with his touches....