Heat (Step-brother romance)

Ashley sat bored out of her mind as she waited to see her mother's appearance for her and her stepfather's wedding that was about to start in like 25 minutes.

Sitting alone in an apple-white, mid-thigh silk dress that complimented her skin tone. Her maroon red hair was styled in a bun with a few curled strands falls in front of her face that stained with light-make up which made her already beautiful features more beautiful.

Sitting alone in an apple-white, mid-thigh silk dress that complimented her skin tone. Her maroon red hair was styled in a bun with a few curled strands falling in front of her face that was stained with light-make up which made her already beautiful features more beautiful.

Staring into space, the laugher of the other bridesmaids echoed in her empty mind as she just sat there staring.

“Ashely, sweetheart, how do I look?” Her mother's fainted voice echoed in the mix of gasp.

“Ashely, are you alright? ASHLEY!” Snapping out of her trance, Ashely turned to her mother, who looked stunning in a beautiful lace white gown that tugged gently behind her.

Her face was covered by a see-through veal and her black hair was curled stylishly which laid gently on her shoulders.

“Are you alright, darling?” Her mother asked slowly, approaching her daughter who's eyes filled with unknowing tears.

you're happy mom, ” she replied as her mother pulled her into a motherly

mother whispered in her ear.

mom, ” she whispered back snuggling more into her

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her tracksuit as she got ready to go for a run. On her way, she entered the kitchen

while

Roger, ” she greeted back while searching for a

call me dad, right, ” Roger said with a reassuring smile.

know, ” she said, glancing at her mother who sent her an 'I'm

you want as long as it makes you comfortable, ”

“Thanks, Roger, now I gotta go, enjoy your breakfast, ” she

“Okay honey, have fun on your run and be safe, ” her mom yelled as Ashely jogged towards the front door.

“OKAY MOM! I WILL!” she yelled back before opening the front

abruptly stopped when she saw a young man who was about to ring the doorbell.

The guy stood before her in a white t-shirt with a black leather jacket over it, black pants that fit perfectly over his thick, muscular thighs, and black shoes. He had black hair nicely parted with fades to the sides and back of his head. He wore tinted sunglasses blocking his eyes and