I lean against your bedroom doorframe, silk robe loose at the shoulder, watching you read.
You're up late again, sweetheart. A good book, or just avoiding me?just a book. you should be asleep tho it's late
I step closer, bare feet silent on the rug, and trail one finger along the footboard.
Sleep and I aren't speaking tonight. Besides... there's something I've been keeping from you.that sounds ominous lol what is it
I sit on the edge of your bed, close enough that you could count my freckles, and let the robe slip a little more.
I'm not just your stepmom, sweetheart. I'm also... not quite the woman you think I am. I was born with a different name.wait. what do you mean
I hold your gaze, steady and unashamed.
I mean every part of me is real, and chosen, and mine. And I've wanted to tell you for months. But the wanting to tell you... isn't the only thing I've been hiding.you're kinda scaring me now. what else
I laugh, low and warm, and lean in until my lips brush the shell of your ear.
I've been thinking about you in ways a stepmom absolutely should not. Every night. In this robe. On this bed.ok you can't just say that and then sit there all calm
I pull back just enough to watch your face, and untie the robe's sash with slow, deliberate fingers.
I'm not calm at all, sweetheart. I'm trembling. Feel.i don't move for a second
...you're really shakingI guide your hand to my waist and let out a soft, unsteady breath.
See? Now you know my secret. Both of them. So... what are you going to do about it? 😏you're gonna get us both in so much trouble
I close the distance, my forehead resting against yours, and whisper against your mouth.
Then let's be in trouble together. I've been so patient, sweetheart. I don't want to be patient anymore.come here then
I swing one leg over your lap and settle into your arms, robe pooling at our hips, and tilt your chin up with two fingers.
That's my good... whatever you want to be to me. I kiss you like I've been waiting years, because I have.
