Romance: Stepbrother Passion Read Free

imagine what a sucky boyfriend he would be? Or father for that matter? He needs to be careful. He could knock someone up. Man, my Mom would die if that ever happened to me.”
    “Same,” I say. “My Mom would never forgive me. But Dylan’s not all bad you know? He can be sensitive.”
    Mel sniggers. “Dylan McCormack? Mr. Womaniser? Mr. I’m-Destined-for-Prison? Sensitive my ass.”
    I grab a pillow from the bed and whack her. “You’re hilarious. But, like I said, he has a softer side.”
    “Okay,” Mel says, clearly humoring me. “When did you see this ‘sensitive’ side?”
    “The other night.”
    “Um hello? If that’s true why haven’t I been told about it?”
    “I’m telling you now,” I retort sarcastically.
    “Whatever. Just get on with the story.”
    “Okay Miss Pushy. I had a fight with Tony and I was upset and Dylan was nice to me about it. End of story.”
    Mel eyes widen with suspense. “So did you guys kiss?”
    “No! We just talked.”
    “Boring,” she frowns, obviously disappointed. “I thought you were going to give me something juicer than that, Ell.”
    I poke out my tongue and turn back to the window.
    The brunette has gone.
    I watch Dylan disappear back into the pool house, secretly glad that he is single again. In my blissful tipsiness I fantasize about being one of those girls. I wonder what it would feel like to have his arms tight around me, to kiss his faultless lips, to stare again into those faraway eyes that always make me go weak.
    “You’ve got it bad, girl,” Mel chuckles, mockingly. “Crushing on your stepbrother, I’m sure that’s illegal somewhere. Besides, don’t you have a date with Tyler this weekend? That guy has loved you since like the fifth grade.”
    “Argh, don’t remind me,” I groan, breaking away from my thoughts.
    “Then why did you say yes?”
    “I did it out of pity. He was just so sweet when he asked. And we’re going soon, so it’s not like anything is going to become of it.”
    Mel fakes a smile. “Well, good luck with that.”
    For the rest of the night we finish drinking the vodka and watch Dirty Dancing.
    I have never really been into Patrick Swayze, and it could just be the vodka talking, but tonight I kind of dig him. He is strangely attractive. His butt in that leotard is… kind of hot.
    I kind of see what Baby sees now.
    But the harder I try to focus on the movie, the more my thoughts wander back to Dylan.
    I cannot help but think about all the girls I have seen him with and how I would measure up in comparison.
    Is this what I have come to?
    Is Mel right? Do I have it bad for Dylan McCormack?
     
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
     
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     
     
    It is after midnight and the last box for college is all taped up.
    The date with sweet Tyler was over quickly. He smiled pleasantly, talked nicely and complimented me in all the right moments. He is a nice guy but the chemistry just wasn’t there. I made it clear to him that this was the end of any dating and wished him luck in the future. And I gave him a nice kiss on the cheek after he dropped me back at home.
    I think he almost melted in that moment.
    In all honesty, I just could not stop thinking about Dylan and our conversation on the stairs.
    There was something deeper about it all, something deeper about him.
    Outside, the rain heavily pelts against the house. Staring out my window, I see Dylan’s room glow like an orb in the darkness.
    I am surprised he is even home. Saturday nights are usually reserved for a party followed by a hookup. I think about the brunette with the denim shorts, sick with envy about the way Dylan probably thinks about her.
    But then again I have seen more girls traipsing through the backyard in the last few days than the entire time I have been living here. Something has to be up with that. I decide that tonight is my last chance to talk to him, my last chance to stop being the shy and insecure girl-next-door I have always