Norman:
The way she rushed at me, completely unbothered by her robe slipping open, left me in shock. The fabric fell apart, exposing her body to me. It felt like committing a thousand sins in just a few seconds. My heart sank instantly, and guilt flooded me.
Inappropriate!
Unacceptable!
I'm a disgusting man. I shouldn't even be called a man for seeing my stepsister's body like that. And possibly my brother's mate?
No!
She's nothing to me. She's just my stepsister. That thought only made me feel more revolted with myself.
Her skin was like porcelain, her figure smooth and delicate. Her breasts were full and round, like water-filled balloons that seemed to jiggle with each small movement. And her nipples—they were red, a vivid contrast against her pale skin.
That's when I jerked upright, feeling the urge to punch myself. Why the hell was I even noticing these details?
