Let me spill the tea, darling, because things just got a whole lot hotter. Remember that steamy encounter with my stepbrother, Alex? Yeah, that was just the opening act. The real fire ignited the following evening.

I find myself back in Alex’s apartment, the city lights casting a seductive glow through the floor-to-ceiling windows. My body still hums from last night’s escapade, and I can’t shake the memory of his hands exploring every inch of me. Alex is in the shower, and I can’t resist peeking through the steamy glass, admiring the water cascading over his sculpted body.

My phone buzzes with a text from my best friend, asking if I want to join her for a night out. I’m about to decline when Alex steps out, dripping wet and wearing nothing but a towel. His smoldering gaze meets mine, and I know I’m not going anywhere. “Screw it,” I think, “I’m already in deep.”

We spend the evening tangled in his sheets, our bodies moving in perfect sync. Alex knows exactly how to make me forget that he’s off-limits, that our connection is forbidden. It’s wrong, it’s filthy, but god, it feels so damn good.

As dawn breaks, I slip out, hoping to avoid any awkward encounters. I dive into the shower, trying to cleanse myself of the evidence, but his scent lingers, driving me wild all over again.

Later, at a family dinner, sitting across from Alex and my oblivious parents, I can barely keep my composure. Every time his foot brushes mine under the table, I have to bite my lip to stifle a moan. My parents chat away, clueless, but I catch Alex’s eyes darkening with desire. He’s reveling in this as much as I am.

After dinner, my parents retire for the night, leaving Alex and me alone in the living room. The air crackles with tension. Alex locks eyes with me, that wicked smirk curling his lips.

“So, about that dance,” he says, pulling me close. “We never did finish it.”

We end up back in his room, the city’s heartbeat echoing our own frantic rhythm. Alex’s hands are everywhere, his lips tracing a path down my neck. We’re wild, insatiable, like we’re the only two people in the world.

Just as we’re reaching the peak, my phone buzzes with a text from my friend, asking where I am. We hurriedly fix ourselves, hearts pounding, but we can’t help but laugh at the madness of it all. We’re playing with fire, and we both know it.

As I head back to my place, I can’t help but think about what happens next. This is a dangerous game, but one I can’t seem to stop playing. Alex is like a drug, and I’m addicted.

So here’s to more forbidden dances, stolen moments, and the wildest ride of my life. Stay tuned, because this story is far from over.