Chapter 61

• **Evelina's POV**
• I blushed a deep red at his words, considering it. But the very real possibility of his stepsister walking in on us made me give pause. The vindictive part of me relished the idea of her finding me in the kitchen with Gabe between my legs.
• “Weren’t we supposed to meet Kirsty for brunch?” I queried nonchalantly, recalling his stepsister. Waking up in a good mood meant that I could deal with Plastic Bitch for a few hours if it was important to Gabe.