“I’ve had dreams about you saying that,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “And then I woke up feeling like a complete monster.”
“I miss your father every day. That’s not going to change. But I’m also—” she paused, searching for the word that wasn’t pathetic or predatory, “—lonely. And the only person I don’t feel lonely with, lately, is you.”
“I know you’re not,” he said finally. His voice was lower than she remembered. Softer. “It’s just… weird.” stepmom makes the first move
“I’m your stepson.”
He froze. A forkful of potatoes halfway to his mouth. “Okay.” “I’ve had dreams about you saying that,” he
“One move,” she said. “That’s all this is. Your turn to decide what happens next.”
How was work? Fine. Seen any good movies? Not really. How’s your mom? Good. But I’m also—” she paused, searching for the
He pushed his plate away. Ran a hand through his wet hair. When he looked at her again, the careful distance in his eyes was gone. In its place was something rawer. Younger. Terrified and hopeful in equal measure.