He should have said yes. Instead, he leaned in.
“You’re up late,” she said.
Her fingers brushed his wrist—a fleeting, deliberate touch. Leo’s breath caught. He knew the line. He knew the house rules, the family dinners, the word stepsister that was supposed to act like a fence. But the air between them had changed weeks ago, and tonight it felt like a live wire. tempting stepsister
“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice lower than he intended. He should have said yes
Here’s a short narrative based on your topic. (If you meant something else—like a poem, dialogue, or advice—just let me know.) The house was quiet, save for the soft patter of rain against the window. Leo leaned against the kitchen counter, scrolling through his phone, when he heard footsteps on the stairs. Her fingers brushed his wrist—a fleeting, deliberate touch
“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied, not mentioning that her laugh from earlier—across the dinner table—had replayed in his head for two hours.
She hopped onto the counter beside him, close enough that he could smell her coconut shampoo. “Me neither.”