41. My Stepbrother

Charlotte’s POV

I gasped my own breath as I heard someone knock on my door, and it was my stepbrother—Luca!

“Luca!” I startled.

I stared at him and noticed his short, dark brown hair was tangled beautifully, and he was holding a beer. He pushed the door open and smiled at me. "Hey, stepsis…"

"What are you doing here? Can you please get out of my room? I want to rest! My brain still can't figure out what's going on! ...and there you go! You're being a pain. I don't know you at all! You are just a stranger to me!" I breathed out when he was only staring at me silently and sighed, "Can you please get out?!"

He cleared his throat, sat on my small, soft couch, and said, "Oh, Logan must be so mad right now that I was in your room, little sister."

I walked up to him, grabbed him by the collar, and led him to the door. I pushed him away when we were at the doorway. "I'm not your sister, and you're not my stepbrother, and I don't care about you at all!"

He laughed softly and lifted my ch