“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice lower than he intended.
“You’re up late,” she said.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, not mentioning that her laugh from earlier—across the dinner table—had replayed in his head for two hours.
“Testing something,” she whispered.
She smiled—slow, knowing. “Scared?”
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice lower than he intended.
“You’re up late,” she said.
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, not mentioning that her laugh from earlier—across the dinner table—had replayed in his head for two hours. tempting stepsister
“Testing something,” she whispered.
She smiled—slow, knowing. “Scared?” “What are you doing