The problem is, the dress does look good, I’m just not sure it’s really me, you know? “Seriously, stop playing with it, you look hot.” Quinn is every inch the world-weary college girl home on break; twenty-one going on forty and totally jaded about, like, you know, everything. I make a face at her; “I’m not trying to look hot, Quinn, it’s a family graduation party.” A family event, I might add, that our Dad is actually around for. “Well, too bad, cause you look hot. That dress makes your tits look great, by the way.” “Quinn!” “Oh stop being a prude.” She sticks her tongue out at me before she stops and seems to look past me, and her brow arches and a little grin creeps across her face; “Well hello.” She slides her sunglasses down her nose an inch or so; “Don’t look now, but I’m pretty sure I’m not the only one that thinks you look hot in that dress.” “Huh?” “No, Reagan-” She hisses as I start to turn; “I said don’t look now!”
What do You think about Cockney: A Stepbrother Romance?
