When I smile, I think about how lucky I am, to have the three hottest guys in town doting on me.
When I scowl, I think about how unlucky I am, to have three crazy protective Russians as stepbrothers.
When I cry, I tell myself I’ll never do anything to jeopardize what we have.
But oh, when I moan…I tell myself it’s just for work.
When I moan, no one should know I can only feel this beautiful, terrible need to touch and be touched by secretly fantasizing about him-—
The gorgeous Russian celebrity every girl wants to own-—
And the one man I’m forbidden to even want…because he’s the stepbrother I’ve fallen in love with.
So I just moan, knowing that one day he’d fall for another girl and then I’ll have to close my eyes, hoping that my moans can mask my tears.