Craving The Wrong Brother
Yet my body is betraying me, responding to him in ways I've never responded to anyone.
"You can't do this,” I say, not recognizing my own voice. “You’re my best friend's brother. There's a code of conduct about these things."
"A code? Screw your codes," he says. "I see what I want, I take it. Unlike you, pining away in silence, letting your life pass by. That is something I’m going to teach you, Sloane Mercer, how to bend the universe's will and take what you want."
My breath hitches. "I don't need your lessons. Thank you very much.”