Illicitly Yours, Loving My Stepbrother On Ice

Blurb: “Now honey, what was that about earlier?” Mom demands after a beat, her voice even. Controlled. Measured. Like she's always been. I look at her. At her copperry red hair much like my own, conflicted. And my eyes water. It's about how I can still feel Grayson's touch on my skin mum. How his tongue has done things to me. Things too unholy to describe. About how the scent of him—the mere thought of him—makes me heady. And now, you’re marrying his father? Grayson's bad news for goddess’ sake! I want to tell her all that, but I don't. I Can't. “You didn't even stop to think about it,” I say instead, not liking the crack in my voice at the end. “Probably because there was nothing to think about,” mother shrugs, frowning in concern. “What is this really about Ginny?” Ginny. The five letter syllable that somehow sounds so different—sinfully different—when he says it. “You've been acting weird ever since I mentioned coming back.. Is there something I should know?” she probes. And then.. Her face grows pale. *** Ours is a story that was never meant to be written. A broken symphony, A perfect imagery with cracks. He was my living torment, I was his subject. His prey. His Forbidden fruit. We weren't meant to love. To feel so deeply. To Burn. But we did anyways. And the inferno we created? Blew out of proportion. Destroying everything we once thought we knew. Again, we weren't meant to love, But our story was a destructive force of nature, Bound by soul-ties that could not be denied.