Maya appeared in the doorway, her dark hair still damp from the shower, wearing an oversized sweatshirt and leggings. She grabbed an apple from the bowl, bit into it, and gave him a sideways glance.
“Testing something,” she whispered.
Her fingers brushed his wrist—a fleeting, deliberate touch. Leo’s breath caught. He knew the line. He knew the house rules, the family dinners, the word stepsister that was supposed to act like a fence. But the air between them had changed weeks ago, and tonight it felt like a live wire. tempting stepsister
He should have said yes. Instead, he leaned in. Maya appeared in the doorway, her dark hair
For a long moment, neither spoke. The rain filled the silence. Then she reached over and took his phone, setting it aside. Her fingers brushed his wrist—a fleeting, deliberate touch
She smiled—slow, knowing. “Scared?”