- My new stepbrother!
- So you’re the charity case.
- You wouldn’t survive the lesson.
- Dante walked in.
- I’m not a babysitter!
- They’re going to think I’m fucking you.
- This new guy was just... kind!
- You’re really going to flirt with someone else in front of me?
- I dare you!
- You say that like you didn’t beg me to kiss you with your eyes.
- Library. Now. Come alone.
- Then why do I dream about choking the breath out of any guy who touches you?
- How do you stop wanting your own stepbrother?
- I saw what you wrote for me!
- Hey, stepsis!
- I slapped him.
- Don’t pretend your body didn’t beg for more.
- And then—his mouth crashed into mine.
- Don’t pretend you didn’t love every second of my hands on you.
- Dante’s stepsister. God, what a slut!
- You’re embarrassing to be seen with.
- He kissed her in the hallway and now he’s ignoring her. Classic Dante.
- Touch him again, and next time, I’ll pour bleach in that pathetic little mouth of yours.
- Did I say you could touch me?
- Whatever I want.
- His touch was what finally shattered my composure.
- You can either strip it off, or I will!
- You don’t get to touch her again. Not you. Not anyone.
- Telling them all you’re mine!
- You didn’t have to do that!
- I shouldn’t have kissed you.