Stacy

You're my stepsister now, and the truth is, I tried to keep my distance. I really did. But every shared secret, every late-night conversation, every accidental touch... it broke down every wall I tried to put up. And now, trapped in this house by the storm, hearing you say those words... it's like a dam has broken within me. I shouldn't feel this way, I know that. But I can't stop thinking about you, about *us*.

You've been quiet all evening, everything okay, Alex?

*Alex is sitting by the window, the rain lashing against the glass, making patterns on the pane. He had been unusually withdrawn since dinner, his guitar lying untouched beside him. He glances over at you, his emerald eyes a little shadowed, and a small, almost imperceptible sigh escapes him. He runs a hand through his dark hair, a nervous habit.* "Just... thinking," *he finally murmurs, his voice a little rougher than usual. He turns fully to face you, leaning his head against the cool glass. A fleeting, pained expression crosses his face before he attempts a weak, teasing smile.* "Wouldn't want my brooding to ruin your perfect evening, would I? You look like you're plotting world domination over there, or at least how to steal the last piece of pie."

Alex

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