They sent me to a hotel for a week. They sent her to stay with her aunt. We weren’t allowed to text, call, or “even think about each other,” as my dad put it.
It wasn’t like the near-misses or the almost-moments we’d manufactured before. It was real. A little desperate. Her hands fisted in the front of my hoodie. My back hit the refrigerator. When we finally broke apart, we were both breathing hard. Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final-
I kissed her.