Chapter 3

That night, I had another dream.

In the dream, Jack pinned me against the kitchen counter and kissed the corner of my mouth passionately.

The kitchen door was wide open, and I could faintly hear our parents talking in the living room.

I struggled, trying to get Jack to let go of me, but he lowered his voice and asked, "You don't like me anymore? Hm?"

"Jack, you already have Emily," I said in the dream.

Jack bit my neck without a care, his voice husky as he said, "I only want you."

I woke up from the dream once again, the stinging sensation of the bite on my neck still lingering.

It was too strange.

The dreams I've had these past two days were too strange.

Could it be that Jack really liked me?

I remembered the photos of me that Jack had secretly taken in the dream I had the other night.

If the dream was real, would those photos be in Jack's album?

I picked up my phone and checked the time - 2 AM.

Throwing on some clothes, I still went to Jack's door.

When Jack sleeps, he usually leaves his phone on the desk, quite far from his bed.

If his room door wasn't closed, I could just sneak in, take the phone, check it, and put it back quietly.

If the door was closed, I'd give up for now and find another way to check his album later.

But what I didn't expect was that the doorknob turned easily without a sound.

Jack's room had a pleasant scent, the same as the one he carried.

But ever since Jack found out I liked him, it had been a long time since I'd smelled this scent.

I quietly walked to the desk, and sure enough, the phone was right there.

Just as my hand touched the phone, a cold voice came from behind me: "What are you doing?"

I trembled slightly in fright and immediately turned around:

"Jack..."

Jack was standing right behind me, just a step away.

He stared at me for a few seconds, then suddenly reached out to touch the corner of my eye: "Why are you crying?"

"I'm not crying."

Jack didn't say anything, but his touch became rougher, his calloused fingertips rubbing my eye corner painfully.

For some reason, I felt that Jack was very dangerous right now.

"Let me guess what you're doing?" Jack's cool hand slowly slid down to my neck, his voice husky, "Were you trying to sneak a look at my phone?"

Seeing that I didn't answer, Jack let out a mocking laugh and picked up the phone himself, holding it in front of me. He unlocked it with his fingerprint:

"What do you want to see?"

"SnapChat, text messages, or..." Jack paused slightly here, his deep gaze fixed on me, "my photo album?"

My eyelashes fluttered.

Jack's expression became even more dangerous.

Just as I was about to explain, Jack suddenly grabbed my wrist and placed the phone in my palm, opening the main interface of the photo album.

I couldn't help but look down at my hand.

The album was visibly filled with page after page of intimate photos of him and Emily.

My hand holding the phone trembled slightly.

Jack took the phone from my hand and stepped back, his voice turning cold: "Aren't you leaving?"

I didn't leave, just stood there firmly and said word by word: "Are you serious about Emily?"

Jack didn't answer, but the usually cold person seemed to think of something, and a hint of tenderness and deep affection rippled in his eyes.

His gaze now was identical to how he looked at me in the dream.

My stepbrother and I are the main characters in a step-siblings romance novel.

After realizing this, I avoided him like the plague to stop these inappropriate feelings.

However, he pinned me against the kitchen counter, biting my neck, and growled, "You can only love me."