Memory Lane

So, the guy last night was Aiden. Of course it was, that’s just my luck. I don't know his voice from heart now that he’s older, so I didn't notice.

My stomach starts burning from the fucking rage growing inside of me, but I stay silent. Smart, Lily, be smart. Jumping at him and beating the shit out of him would not be smart.

"You passed out in my car before you could tell me where you live," he explains, getting a little closer to me nonchalantly.

Fuck this guy. Seriously.

"Thanks, brother. I guess I'll go now," I say, trying to keep my tone light, but we're not around people anymore. This is just me and Aiden, so he doesn't feel the need to pretend anymore. He moves and before I notice, he grabs my jaw.

"I'm not your fucking brother," he growls out, tightening his grip on my jaw. The good guy is gone, I guess, "I've never been your brother, Lilian."

"Right," I say, rolling my eyes, "Step-brother, then. I still have to go."

"No, not yet. This is the first time in a decade I have y