The First Move ((new)) - Stepmom Makes

Something shifted in the candlelight. Lena had always thought of Mark as the shy, gangly seventeen-year-old she’d first met—all elbows and comic book t-shirts. But the man sitting across from her was twenty-three. He had his father’s jaw and his mother’s careful hands. He also had a way of looking at her, when he thought she wasn’t paying attention, that she’d been telling herself to ignore.

“Lena…” he started.

“Mark,” she said, and her voice came out steadier than she felt. “I’m going to say something. And I need you to not run out that door, okay?” stepmom makes the first move