STORY 59: WANTING MY SISTER'S BOYFRIEND (III, End)

Chapter 3. A rough hand clamped down on my wrist, yanking me backward with enough force to make my shoulder jolt and my balance falter. I stumbled, my heart exploding into a frantic hammer against my ribcage, thudding so loud I swore it echoed in the dim living room. Spinning around, fuck there was Jake, towering over me, his fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave red marks, bruising the flesh. His eyes were wild, his pupils blown wide with something feral, his chest heaving with ragged breaths that flared his nostrils. That jaw of his, clenched tight, the muscle jumping like it was about to snap. Heat poured off him in waves, slamming into me, and that scent, fint, stale beer mingling with the sharp, clean bite of his soap, filled my lungs, making my head spin. "Jake," I choked out, my voice cracking like a fucking teenager, shaky and raw. What the hell was this? He was supposed to be upstairs, tangled in sheets with Mia, passed out cold after whatever bullshit party haze t