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get the wrong idea.”
    But I don’t want to be careful. I want to feel his lips on mine.
    Travis’ eyes dart down to my chest, and in response, I arch my back and push it out like I’m offering it to him. Like I want him to look at me. “Keep looking at you like what?”
    “Like you want me to do this.” My heart does a backflip as Travis brings his hands up to the first button of my top, undoing it and revealing a little triangle of skin beneath my collarbone. Then, he opens up the one below it. Soon, his knuckles brush against my breasts and he reveals my bra. I can feel the tension building up in his hands as he reveals more and more of my body. Any second now, and he’s going to snap, tear the rest of my top off, and make me his. The point of no return.
    I press my legs together, bite my lip, and wait for it to happen…but before it can, something changes. All of a sudden, I realize what I’m doing. And who I’m doing it with. And what could happen if anyone walked in on us right now. It’s like the mature, responsible me just broke down the door to my brain after getting locked out by the horny, irresponsible me.
    And that means that instead of letting Travis undo any more of my buttons, I jump to the other side of the couch and pull my open top over my chest, breathing hard as I try to collect myself.
    “Oh my God, Travis…we almost…” I just know my face is an embarrassing shade of pink right now, and I can see the tension in Travis’ body. He was really, really ready to go all the way, and I think he still is. It takes all the energy I can muster not to look down between his legs and see for myself if that’s true.
    “You don’t want to?” He asks, eyebrows raised and eyes blazing.
    “I…I mean…we can be friends. Really good friends. But we can’t just…”
    “Fuck?” Travis whispers, his voice low, deep, and dangerous. As soon as he says it, an intense heat floods through my body, and my grip loosens on my top. “Why not?”
    I bite my lip, and my fingers start to fall loose from my chest, but before things go any further, I snap out of it, jump off the couch, and practically sprint towards my room. Once I’m safely inside, I lean against the door, half expecting him to try and come in so he can finish what he started. If he tried, I’m not sure I wouldn’t let him do it.
    Oh, God, I can still feel his fingers opening up my shirt. His eyes devouring my chest. Without even thinking about it, my hand moves down between my legs, searching for the relief that I don’t dare get from Travis.
    Touching myself to my own stepbrother…does it get any dirtier than that?
    If it does, I don’t know how. But what I do know is that after this, this little lapse in appropriate behavior, this can’t happen again. After this, I’m going to stuff these feelings under my bed with that stupid poster, and Travis and I are going to be friends.
    Just friends. We’ll be normal stepsiblings, and that’s all.
    Because if we become anything else, it could destroy us both.

Chapter 7: Laney
     
    Memories of Travis run down my body like the water coming out of the shower head. The summers we spent living under the same roof, uneasy friends, trying not to acknowledge his secret glances at my body while I tried not to look at his. It had to be that way, after the night he brought that girl over, and then he started undoing the buttons of my shirt…
    You know what? Let’s make this a cold shower.
    I twist the knob to the right, letting out a long sigh as the water starts to cool down. That’s what I get for repressing my feelings, I guess. Maybe if I’d let him undo a few more of those buttons, I wouldn’t have this ring on my finger now.
    Where’d he get this, anyway? It doesn’t belong on my finger, but it’s a nice ring. Did he somehow visit a jewelry store while blackout drunk and buy it? That doesn’t make sense.
    I furrow my brow and look into the diamond for answers. I wonder if he bought it