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CALLIE

He kissed me. Callum just kissed me.

Oh god. After daydreaming of him ever since the day I met him, I cannot believe he just did that. Not JUST that, either. That spanking. The way my whole body clenched in anticipation and longed for his touch. I should’ve been angry. But… I did not expect to like it. Like it so much that I felt something pool low in my belly and then…and then…a gush of wetness.

My panties are so soaked I have to take them off once I get in the bedroom.

Callum Callahan.

When Mom told me she got married, I was far from surprised. That’s who she is. Impulsive and never caring how her decisions and actions will directly affect me. She TOLD me to move in with my new stepbrother and said this was good for me since I could go to college without stressing about the money. Well, yeah. There’s that at least.

I was fully prepared to meet someone old, maybe a little paunchy, with gray hair. Someone who looked like my friends’ dads.

But the last person I expected to see was a ruggedly handsome man with a massive frame, cold, metallic gray eyes, and dark hair swept back. He’s every girl’s dream for sure. In that moment, I was sure I couldn’t possibly live with him. I just couldn’t. I didn’t trust myself to not knock on his door when the longing became unbearable, which was so surprising since I’d never ever felt this way before.

The way he stared at me made me feel like my nerve endings crackled to life. I was fully prepared to pout and whine, but seeing him lit something in me. There’s something dangerous about him, something primal. But also, he looks like he doesn’t take shit from anyone. How I wish I could be like that. I couldn’t even say no to Mom ever.

Of course, as my stepbrother, he’s basically a forbidden fruit. But it didn’t mean I couldn’t think of him touching me, whispering to me in that deep baritone voice of his…

But he’s out of my league. He’s him and I’m…me.

There’s no way he’ll even notice me in that way. He probably has the most beautiful, sexiest girls in the world on speed dial. Meanwhile, I look…ordinary.

Mom used to say that my upper and lower body don’t look like they belong to the same person. I have skinny arms, small breasts, and a small waist. But everything below is…well, curvy. Buying the perfect pair of jeans was a challenge—they either only went halfway to my thighs or they fit my thighs but were super loose on the waist.

Seeing him show up and rescue me from that asshole Jackson shocked me to my core. But nothing could have prepared me for his “punishment” and the way he kissed me, like he wanted to suck the soul out of my body.

Just thinking about how demanding his mouth was sends tingles all over me.

We’ve crossed a line tonight, but instead of feeling guilty and ashamed, I only end up wanting more.

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“Yes, Mom. I’m fine,”I mumble while proofreading my report that’s due in two days.

It’s been more than 24 hours since our kiss, and I’m still trying to dodge Callum as much as I can—going to the kitchen to grab a coffee and a piece of toast after making sure he’s out jogging, not leaving my room. That’s essentially my plan until I figure out exactly how to talk to him.

I’m still confused about what’s going on between us. Is he my boyfriend now? Or was that JUST a kiss? With the way his face darkened the other night, I’m sure it was far from typical for him, even if I know he can have ANY woman he wants—good looks, money, power, and all.

“How about school? Have you made any friends yet?” she asks while sipping a margarita on a yacht. Dang, that sounds like the lyrics to a summer pop song. But yeah, that’s Mom. Living the life she’s always dreamed of.

“Yeah, some of my classmates. It’s only been two weeks, Mom.”

“See, that’s always been your problem.”

Oh, boy. Here we go again.

She adjusts her cat-eye sunglasses and smiles at someone in front of her. “You’re too shy and too much of a loner. Get out in the world! Enjoy and have fun! Hang out with the cool crowd! There’s nothing quite like college. The parties, the boys. You should take advantage. You wouldn’t want to look back a few years from now and be filled with regrets.”

For someone who barely cares about how I’m doing exactly, she sure has plenty of life advice for me. It’s all talk and not much else. She’ll tell me what I should feel, how I should act, what I should be doing. But when it comes to being an actual mother, she’s nowhere to be found.

I mean, sure, there’s always food in the fridge and a roof over our heads even if she’s changing jobs every six months. But we’re more like virtual strangers forced to live in one house.

She asks me things but not really listening to my answers. She knows about the basic aspects of my life—where I’m studying, what course I’m taking, how old I am—but ask her about where my real interests lie and she’ll be at a loss.

My mother has always been blind when it comes to me. She leaves money for the rent and groceries, but other than that, she does nothing else. She comes and goes as she pleases and rarely checks up on me.

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