Chapter 7. Just His Little Stepsister

Teyana’s POV

I panicked, pivoted, and returned to my bed. What did he want? How could I face him? No, I couldn’t.

I couldn’t look up from my bed even as his intoxicating scent filled the air around me. His presence brought cold to my body, and I wasn’t even looking at him.

He was so wrong for my health.

I heard the door shut behind him. His voice came next:

“Can we talk?” He said hoarsely. His rough voice sounded like a result of sleep or smoke, maybe altogether. It shamefully had that strange effect on me that made my entire body tingle. My body was shameless for him, not me. It wasn’t my fault, it was my body.

“No. Go away.” My voice came out fast and shaky. He should just leave me alone. I couldn’t trust my own words with him right now. I didn’t think I could pretend like nothing was wrong when he had been ball deep inside just two days ago. I had bathed severally, but could still feel Jeremiah all over my body.

He came closer, jus