Stalker

I see the women in my class casting curious glances his way, but thankfully, nobody is rude enough to ask me about him.

It's not that I'm ashamed of Noah. On the contrary, I'm glad they don't ask me about him because I'd be tempted to tell them that he's my boyfriend instead of my stepbrother, and I mean, I don't know how he would feel about that. Does he want us to keep whatever's going on between us on the down-low?

The way his eyes light on me with such tenderness makes me dare to hope that he feels the same way I do, but I'm just not sure. I don't want to push too early and freak him out.

I've never had a boyfriend before, but I've heard about those needy girlfriends who push their guys away, and I certainly don't want to be like that. I can't bear to lose Noah. Not now. He makes me feel more complete than I've ever felt in my entire life, like he's the missing piece of myself that was always out there, just waiting to be found. We click, and it's so easy to talk to him.

Even when