Just me and my stepmom—my dad’s perfect, untouchable wife—sharing miles of highway and a single motel bed.
She fell asleep beside me like it meant nothing.
Curled up warm. Bare skin brushing mine. Breathing softly as if I wasn’t there, as if I wasn’t hard and hungry and already drowning in everything I wasn’t supposed to want.
She didn’t wake when I touched her.
Didn’t stop me when I slipped under the sheets.
And by the time we crossed state lines… I’d already crossed every other one.