Celeste

I couldn’t sleep last night. No matter how many times I turned, pulled the blanket up to my chin, or closed my eyes, I felt Jace’s hand on me again.

Just a brush of his skin against mine, barely lasting a heartbeat, yet my body clung to it as if it were burned into me.

This was wrong. He was my stepbrother now—completely off-limits. I should have felt disgusted, ashamed.

But the harder I tried to shove that truth into my stubborn brain, the more the memory replayed. It was ...