Life With A Flirty Step-sister -final- Guide

“You’re stalling,� I say.

She laughs—that bright, impossible laugh that got me into this mess in the first place—and leads me down the stairs. Life With a Flirty Step-Sister -Final-

And I’d go.

We were careful. Quiet. During the day, we were the same bickering step-siblings who fought over the remote. But at night, when the house slept, she’d text me a single emoji: � (her code for “my room, ten minutes�). “You’re stalling,� I say

For two years, I’d lived in a state of controlled chaos. Emma, my step-sister, had made it her personal mission to turn my life into a romantic comedy I never auditioned for. The stolen hoodies. The “accidental� walks into my room while I was changing. The way she’d lean over the kitchen counter, her voice a low purr, asking, “If we weren’t related, do you think you’d stand a chance?� We were careful