“Just…one kiss.” She looks up at me and I see the water building in her brown eyes; it feels like a stab to my already racing heart. I can’t breathe. I feel like air isn’t getting to my lungs and on top of that, I’m getting harder by the second in my slacks. She’s this insanely gorgeous siren sitting in front of me begging me to kiss her.

Love her.

But what if she wants more?

“One kiss, Stassia.” I give in, much to my own disappointment. I’m not drunk, but the whiskey flooding my veins is making me hornier than usual and all I want is to pull her into my lap and kiss her until the sun rises.

“Really?” Her eyes clear from the unshed tears and I nod. “You know this changes…things.”

“Things have already changed,” she whispers back.

Her words knock the rest of the wind that I’ve been struggling to get into my lungs out of me and I stand up, to put some space between us and hopefully give myself some clarity.

“Wait!” she squeals as she stands up and grabs my hands. “I need to feel something. I feel so numb sometimes and I just… even if it’s guilt or shame, it’s better than feeling nothing.” Her lip wobbles slightly.

“Don’t you think I’m pretty enough to kiss?”

You’re fucking pretty enough to eat. The sinful thought crosses my mind before I can keep it at bay and I ball my hands into fists at the rage building inside of me for lusting after Stassia so fucking aggressively.

“Stassi…” I back up and run a hand through my hair. “What you’re asking me…”

“Is not incest. We aren’t blood related and it’s just a kiss…”

“Something tells me you won’t just stop at a kiss.” And once I kiss her, I’ll be powerless to stop anything she wants after. “I think you are beautiful, Stassi. So fucking beautiful sometimes it hurts to look at you and know that you’re you. Someone I can’t ever fucking have.”