Holy fuck. Did those words just come out of my mouth?

Am I really thinking of setting myself up for that kind of rejection?

But what if I don't get rejected?

See? That little voice of optimism is already whispering in my head.

I knew he was dangerous.

"Squat you," Damien repeats, his dark brows pulling together. "You mean, with you on my back?"

"No." I shake my head and move in closer, winding my arms around my stepdad's neck. I have a momentary crisis of conscience. I'm making a move on my mother's husband! But then I remember she's probably already moved on to someone else and will inevitability...