He was silent for a moment, just looking down at me, and I was reminded of that silly crush I’d had on him when he had just started dating my Mom.

How jealous I was of her, being in a relationship with such a handsome, successful man. My crush had passed as I learned about boys my own age, but something about standing so close and staring into his eyes cast my mind back to those feelings I used to have.

Before I could react, Steve’s hands were on my breasts and he pushed them up and together with his palms, my soft flesh yielding to his grasp. I slapped...