It was a drunk misdial. I thought I was calling my friend, but my stepfather answered. There's no disguising my slurred words. And whether I'm eighteen or twenty-one, my strict family doesn't drink. But I might be more than drunk. I feel like I'm burning up. When my stepdad arrives only to growl at the guy offering me a ride and carry me to his car like my own personal knight in shining armor, I feel like I'm on fire. And only my stepdad can put out the flames.