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79 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 27, 2025
“I said shut up!” Theo surges to his feet, towering over me. I stand too, getting right in his face, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his skin.
“Make me.”
“You’re playing with fire,” I warn. River’s smile is razor-sharp. “Maybe I want to get burned.”
In the wreckage of his apartment, amid the debris of our shared past, we stand together—not quite whole, still damaged, but finally, finally facing the same direction.
“Excuse me?”
“I said bullshit.” I lean forward, getting in his face. “You’re not a decent person, Theo. Not to me. Never to me. So what’s this about? Guilt? Pity? Some fucked-up savior complex?”
“For five years, I’ve lived feeling nothing, wanting nothing, drifting through each day in a numb fog. Yet ten minutes with Theo, and I’m angry, embarrassed, defensive—alive with emotions I don’t want..” - p21
"The River I knew five years ago was all sharp edges and defiance, a constant challenge wrapped in a loud mouth and a smirk. This River seems diminished, his fire banked to embers." - p.13
🤍“I’m never leaving you again,” I promise, the words rough with emotion. “Whatever this is between us, whatever we’re doing—I’m not leaving.” - p65 🤍
Theo’s presence scrapes against something raw inside me, provoking reactions I’ve worked hard to suppress. For five years, I’ve lived feeling nothing, wanting nothing, drifting through each day in a numb fog. Yet ten minutes with Theo, and I’m angry, embarrassed, defensive—alive with emotions I don’t want.
“I hate you,” I tell him, the words torn from somewhere deep and primal. “Show me,” he challenges.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” The words come out rough, direct. “Do you want your stepbrother’s cock inside you, River?” A full-body shudder runs through him. For a second, I think I’ve gone too far—crossed some line that even in this madness shouldn’t be crossed. Then his eyes meet mine, burning with challenge and need. “Yes,” he says simply.
I’ve had sex before. Plenty of times. But nothing like that. Nothing that stripped me bare, that peeled back every layer of pretense until there was nothing left but raw need and brutal honesty. Nothing that left me feeling both emptied and filled, destroyed and rebuilt.
“I've had sex before. Plenty of times. But nothing like that. Nothing that stripped me bare, that peeled back every layer of pretense until there was nothing left but raw need and brutal honesty. Nothing that left me feeling both emptied and filled, destroyed and rebuilt.”