Stepbrother Forbidden (Stepbrother, Where Art Thou? Book 2) Read Free Page A
Author: Aya Fukunishi
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get Ryan out of her head. She'd tried - God, she'd tried - but in the hours since she'd pushed Ryan out the door there hadn't been a moment's respite. She could still smell him on her skin, and taste him in her mouth. Every time she closed her eyes she saw his face, and felt his body on hers. She'd tried masturbating, hoping that an orgasm might help flush him out of her system, but if anything it had only made her want him more.
She couldn't help but imagine the years she felt she'd missed, if only Ryan had worked up the courage to speak to her that first day she'd arrived at school, before she'd grown to hate him. If only he'd asked her out that first week... it could have been perfect. They would have been dating for two years now. They would have fallen in love the normal way, over time, getting to known each other's quirks and weird habits. Maybe her mom and his dad would still have gotten together, but at least Sophia and Ryan would have got there first. At least it wouldn't feel wrong.
She needed to speak to someone about this shit. She'd spent the morning scrolling through the depressingly short list of Facebook friends in her iPad, and had even written a long, agonizing description of exactly what had happened to send to a girl who'd sat with her at lunch back at her old school - the closest thing to a friend she could think of - but before hitting the send button she realized how ridiculous it would be to send the message.
Why would this girl care about Sophia's love life, and what sort of advice could she possibly offer? They'd barely even spoken in a year, and the friendship had long ago devolved to the 'like' stage: Sophia clicked the 'like' button whenever the girl, Amanda, posted a cheerful status, and Amanda offered the same in return. That wasn't a friendship. It was barely even a friend canoe.
OK, Sophia, you're getting a little too drunk now, she realized as she giggled out loud at the thought of a 'friend canoe'. Man, this beer is strong!
She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was already almost 11. She'd walked out of the house just before 5, without a word to her mom, and she knew her absence would be noticed soon. She really didn't want to wait for the inevitable phone call, because she knew exactly what would follow: her mom would wait up until she came home, and she'd immediately notice that she was drunk.
After watching Sophia's dad drink himself into the grave her mom had no time for alcohol. She'd often warned Sophia that no good could come of drinking, and she'd already brought up the subject of Ryan's 'nighttime excursions', as she put it, to his dad at the dinner table. Sophia really didn't want to have to listen to a lecture about the demon drink, so she was hoping she could slip to bed unnoticed.
She took a final sip of her Bud, and she was just about to slide out of the booth when a familiar voice caught her ear. She turned in time to see that just behind her, through the cheap, colorful fake stained glass that fringed each booth, a group of three people had taken the empty seats directly behind her. She couldn't see him, but she'd recognize that voice anywhere: one of them was Ryan.
Oh Jesus, she thought, sinking deeper into her seat. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine...
Of course she should have expected it. She'd found the name of the bar in his damned Facebook messages. She knew he was a regular here, and after the events of the morning she shouldn't have been surprised that he'd seek comfort at the bottom of a bottle. She just hadn't considered it. The only thing she'd thought about was her need to escape him and drown her sorrows, and she'd ended up in the very same place as him.
What was worse... Oh no, this is bad... She realized was trapped. Her booth was in the far back corner of the bar, close to the pool table, and between her seat and the door was nothing but a wide open space
She couldn't help but imagine the years she felt she'd missed, if only Ryan had worked up the courage to speak to her that first day she'd arrived at school, before she'd grown to hate him. If only he'd asked her out that first week... it could have been perfect. They would have been dating for two years now. They would have fallen in love the normal way, over time, getting to known each other's quirks and weird habits. Maybe her mom and his dad would still have gotten together, but at least Sophia and Ryan would have got there first. At least it wouldn't feel wrong.
She needed to speak to someone about this shit. She'd spent the morning scrolling through the depressingly short list of Facebook friends in her iPad, and had even written a long, agonizing description of exactly what had happened to send to a girl who'd sat with her at lunch back at her old school - the closest thing to a friend she could think of - but before hitting the send button she realized how ridiculous it would be to send the message.
Why would this girl care about Sophia's love life, and what sort of advice could she possibly offer? They'd barely even spoken in a year, and the friendship had long ago devolved to the 'like' stage: Sophia clicked the 'like' button whenever the girl, Amanda, posted a cheerful status, and Amanda offered the same in return. That wasn't a friendship. It was barely even a friend canoe.
OK, Sophia, you're getting a little too drunk now, she realized as she giggled out loud at the thought of a 'friend canoe'. Man, this beer is strong!
She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was already almost 11. She'd walked out of the house just before 5, without a word to her mom, and she knew her absence would be noticed soon. She really didn't want to wait for the inevitable phone call, because she knew exactly what would follow: her mom would wait up until she came home, and she'd immediately notice that she was drunk.
After watching Sophia's dad drink himself into the grave her mom had no time for alcohol. She'd often warned Sophia that no good could come of drinking, and she'd already brought up the subject of Ryan's 'nighttime excursions', as she put it, to his dad at the dinner table. Sophia really didn't want to have to listen to a lecture about the demon drink, so she was hoping she could slip to bed unnoticed.
She took a final sip of her Bud, and she was just about to slide out of the booth when a familiar voice caught her ear. She turned in time to see that just behind her, through the cheap, colorful fake stained glass that fringed each booth, a group of three people had taken the empty seats directly behind her. She couldn't see him, but she'd recognize that voice anywhere: one of them was Ryan.
Oh Jesus, she thought, sinking deeper into her seat. Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, he walks into mine...
Of course she should have expected it. She'd found the name of the bar in his damned Facebook messages. She knew he was a regular here, and after the events of the morning she shouldn't have been surprised that he'd seek comfort at the bottom of a bottle. She just hadn't considered it. The only thing she'd thought about was her need to escape him and drown her sorrows, and she'd ended up in the very same place as him.
What was worse... Oh no, this is bad... She realized was trapped. Her booth was in the far back corner of the bar, close to the pool table, and between her seat and the door was nothing but a wide open space
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