Wrong Key, Right Kiss

Summary

My stepbrother and I had been in a cold war for a week.

As fate would have it, I bumped into him just as he realized he’d locked himself out.

He stood there, face like an ice sculpture, and held out his hand.

"Keys."

Kiss??

I froze. I hesitated. I triple-checked the vibe.

"Are you sure? Right now? Isn't that a little inappropriate?"

Hayes looked at me with an unreadable expression, his tone firm. "Hurry up."

The next second—SMOOCH.

I planted a loud, wet one right on his lips.

Then I whispered weakly, "You asked for it..."