She started to leave my room, closing the door behind her.
“Have fun.”
“Thanks, honey. I’ll text you when we get there.”
My door clicked shut, and I threw myself back on the bed with a groan. Of course, they would decide to go on a little getaway while the spawn of Satan was staying with us. That’s probably why they wanted to get away. Not even Rowen’s dad wanted to put up with him.
“And now I’m fucking stuck with him,” I muttered to myself.
Ding!
I grabbed my phone.
Unknown:I can’t stop thinking about you.
What the…
Ding!
Unknown:I want to chase you in the woods again.
My heart was beating fast as I contemplated how to respond, wondering how Michael even got my number.
Ding!
Unknown:I bet your cunt is so wet for me.
He knew me too well for someone I’d met only a few weeks ago. My body was deeply affected by his vulgar messages. My thighs moved against one another, creating a friction that ignited fire in my belly.
I set my phone beside me and fondled my breasts through my shirt, closing my eyes to visualize the man I wished was here right now, wishing he’d climb through my window right then and claim me.
My hands moved down my body, past my hips—grinding against air—until I reached the heat building between my legs.
“Hey, what toppings—” The door cracked open.
I shrieked and looked up to see Rowen mid-sentence, staring wide-eyed, just as my hands were disappearing under the hem of my shorts.
“What thefuck!” I screamed, bolting from my bed, glaring at him.
His lips pressed together, cheeks blowing up with air before forcing it out, making a popping sound. “I just wanted to see what you wanted for dinner. They left money for pizza for tonight, said we should watcha—”
“I know what they said.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “I want meat lovers.” I pretended to fold the laundry sitting on my dresser. “And no movie.”
I could feel him staring at me, watching, waiting for something.
Something that wasn’t coming.
“Okay then,” he said before leaving.
My lungs pushed out all my air once the door closed.
I didn’t think Rowen would take our parents’ suggestion to spend time together seriously. Was he honestly delusional enough to think we’d spend the time bonding, or was he just trying to bother me?
That ship had sailed back when we were kids. Our parents should have been happy we were able to coexist.
It made me wish I had close friends, but Rowen had ruined all those relationships. After he came around, I didn’t dare get close to anyone else, at least not close enough to spontaneously hang out. I refused to be the side character in a romcom where my best friend falls for my stepbrother.
I backed up until I could fall back onto my bed then rolled over to my stomach to grab my phone to see if—
