It started with a kiss.
It shouldn't have led to anything more because of what we were to each other.
But I loved him, even if he was my stepbrother.
He was called a bad boy, a degenerate, and was rough and raw in every male way that counted.
But I loved him still. And that one night, those taboo touches, the softly, filthily spoken words he whispered changed my life forever.
He gave me his baby. Before I had a chance to tell him, he was sent away, ripped from my life and leaving this open wound.
But I waited for him.
A year has passed and now he's back, wanting us to start where we left off. And I want that, but I can't hide the truth anymore. He has to know this baby is his.