Anderson
I am so completely fucked. She kissed me. I wanted to kiss her back. I wanted to do more than that. I wanted to push her down and kiss her until she forgot that other boy's name. I would have, if she hadn't pulled away so fast.
It's been days. I still hate myself for that. For almost losing it. It's wrong. I'm her stepbrother. I'm her damn teacher. I could lose everything. Get in trouble with the law. Ruin things with her father.
The age of consent here is sixteen, and she didn't lie about that. But something in me, some part that's still American, screams that it's wrong. She's so young. Elara can never be mine. But I have gone to bed hard every single night since it happened. My dreams are full of her. In my dreams, she's demanding. We do things. We go so far beyond kissing. I wake up feeling like complete garbage. That's why I've been avoiding her. Speaking in short sentences. Making sure we're never alone.
