About Last Night Kiss

lia

s a good thing because I don't need to be thinking about

level of ridiculousness and drama that's been added to it. Anyway, it's old news. Ancient history. So what i

ace myself for the inevitable imminent conversation with my fat

s as he took in my disheveled state. I exhaled forcefully. I know my father suggested we talk, but right now? Why is the univers

phasizing the word "sister" as gave his usual smug *ssh*l

he's not. He's David f*ck*ng Sterling. This type

l me that,

e says. "We're going to be siblings now." He said

ted within me. How dare he? He had no right

id?" I spat, trying to

check on you," he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. "It's not every day yo

ing out my father is engaged to your mother is something I can just... handle?" His responses are the reasons why my hand

"Sh*t," he says. "It must be hard going

y eyes. "Did you know about th

his breath warm the air between us. "You know...? You mean, you weren't expecting a

ng me that, David," I say. "Or I'm going

aw a flicker of something else in his eyes.

you mean my nicknames for you – Flower, Princess. Well, you can call me 'Oh God'," he says. "Like you did before. Wh

s talking about that day again. Heat floods my face, and I pu

on to be giving orders, Princess. And if I recall right which by the way I always do, it involved a lot of you underneath my body, moaning...Oh God, right there, Oh God, David, D

. I have never done something like that in my entire