Jealous

WADE’S POV All morning, Leslie was acting weird. She dropped things and apologized for no reason. She spoke under her voice and avoided coming in contact with me. I wasn’t complaining. She was giving me the opportunity to keep a clear head when it came to her. Sharing a room was pressing on the last of my control. Everything she did somehow turned me on. Last night, after showering, she put on that peach night dress that barely reached mid-thigh. And it was even shorter at the back. I looked everywhere but at her so this morning I told myself I was going to run longer to touch grass. She was my step sister and she was a no-go area. Still, as I continued my run back to the small house we all shared, I couldn’t stop myself from worrying. Something was bothering her and as much as I wanted to ignore her, I just couldn’t. She was wearing those tight jeans; the ones that hugged her hips and were wider around her feet. A graphic crop top spread across her chest and she held a black shoulder