💦Home Alone💦The house was silent except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the Sicilian coast. Our parents had left for a week-long trip to Rome, leaving me and my stepbrother, Luca, alone in the large family villa overlooking the sea.I was in the kitchen, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt that barely covered my ass, when he walked in. Luca was 28, tall and powerfully built from years of helping on the family vineyard. His dark hair was messy, his jaw sharp, and his green eyes always seemed to see too much.He stopped in the doorway, his gaze sliding over my bare legs. “You shouldn’t walk around like that, Sophia.”I turned, leaning against the counter. “Why not? It’s just us. No one’s here to see.”His eyes darkened. “I’m here.”The air between us thickened. We’d been dancing around this for years, stolen glances, accidental touches, late-night conversations that lingered too long. The guilt had always stopped us.But tonight, wit
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