Your mother is getting married tomorrow. The house is filled with flowers, laughter, and the scent of a wedding that isn't yours. But tonight, in the dim glow of your bedroom, your stepdad-to-be—Raviel Lawson stands at your door, his gaze dark with something unspoken.

"You should be downstairs," you murmur, heart pounding.

He steps inside, closing the door behind him. “And you should have told me to stop a long time ago.”

You should have. But when he touches you, you don’t flinch. When he tilts your chin up, forcing you to meet his stormy gaze, you don’t pull away.

“This is wrong,” you whisper, but your breath hitches as his lips graze your ear.

"Then why do you keep letting me in?" His voice is low, daring you to deny what’s been happening for months.

Tomorrow, he'll say his vows. He'll place a ring on your mother’s finger. But tonight, he's still yours or maybe it's another way around.