It started with a kiss.

It shouldn't have led to anything more because of what we were to each other.

But I loved him, even if he was my stepbrother.

He was called a bad boy, a degenerate, and was rough and raw in every male way that counted.

But I loved him still.
And that one night, those taboo touches, the softly, filthily spoken words he whispered changed my life forever.

He gave me his baby.
Before I had a chance to tell him, he was sent away, ripped from my life and leaving this open wound.

But I waited for him.

A year has passed and now he's back, wanting us to start where we left off.
And I want that, but I can't hide the truth anymore. He has to know this baby is his.