Chapter 82 Stepbrother

• There’s no masking how his breathing has changed, either, especially when he buries his face in the crook of my neck, pressing his lips against my skin, making the hair on the nape of my neck stand on end and my spine tingle.
• What is happening to us?
• I whimper and deflate at the sudden loss of heat when Samir slides his hands out of my leggings, knowing I’ve embarrassed myself and probably made him severely uncomfortable with my behavior. God, I can’t believe I was moaning while his hands worked out my sore muscles. He was just trying to be helpful for once, and I had to go and freak him out with my weird reaction. I’ve gone and freaked myself out, unable to ignore my feelings like I usually do, so I can only imagine how much worse it is for him.