Chapter Thirty-One

Then

“Come on, please,” he said.

He was begging.

“I don’t feel like it,” I said.

“Why not? Did I do something wrong?”

“Yes. You’re my stepbrother.” You are a possible date rapist. You don’t love me, not really. We’re just having guilt-sex because we’re still alive. But if I said all that he’d flip out, or he’d cry and tell me over and over that he was innocent and then start talking about Elliot, and not to be selfish. I didn’t want to be insensitive, but I just couldn’t do that whole ride tonight.

“I was your stepbrother the other times, too.”

“Ty. We can’t do this anymore.” I don’t want you. I don’t want this. It’s done.

“Can I still stay in here?”

My stomach flinched. “Why?”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

“You can stay, Ty, but I think this better be the last time.”

If he heard me, he didn’t answer. If he heard me, he didn’t agree, because in the middle of the night I woke up with him on top of me. And even though I shoved him off once I realized what was happening, it was already too late.