On paper, we make no sense:

I like plans, she’s pure chaos. I was instructed in etiquette, she doesn’t believe in wearing a bra. I cut my dad out of my life for cheating on my mom, and she’s going to be his stepdaughter.

So why can’t I stay away from her?

To be fair, if I’d known she was my almost stepsister the night I saw her at a party off campus, I would’ve walked the other direction. But I didn’t, which is how we ended up making out in an alley behind 7-Eleven with my hands under her top.

But I definitely knew before I pinned her against my car and had her ride my hand in broad daylight. That one’s on me.