When my stepsister waves at me from across the tarmac, I know I'm done waiting.
She's been mine for years, in a way. Since the day our lives came together and I became her protector. Her guardian. Her rock.
She's fierce and independent. Strong but soft. Willful but needy.
She deserves more than me—more than a broken soldier with two years of memories fit for nightmares.
When she smiles at me with those plump, pink lips, I can't ignore my feelings anymore. I want to tie her to the bed as she screams my name. I want to smack that asset of hers, feeling the warmth of her skin on my hand.
I'll choose if she breathes, what color panties she wears, if I let her wear them at all. I'm following my heart because it's been broken for too long and she's the only one that can fix me.
But, I need to protect her against one final enemy. Or else a dark, dangerous secret will steal my light from me forever.
