As Gemma adjusted the pillows on the couch, the front door creaked open. Turning around, she was met with her stepson, just back from university, and her breath caught in her throat. Their eyes locked, electric tension crackling between them, sending an unexpected thrill coursing through her. With a warm smile, he stepped closer, and in that moment, Gemma realized this was more than a family reunion; it was the beginning of something far more complicated. I’m Gemma, your stepmother.
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