In Heat For My Stepbrother
He was wearing the same clothes as that transfer student.
This hadn’t been a dream. It hadn’t been my imagination. He was here. Really here.
"You...how could you be… here?" I stammered, my voice shaking.
In two swift steps, he closed the distance between us. His hand shot out, tangling in my hair, pulling me flush against his chest.
"I thought I made myself clear, Bella" he growled, his voice dangerously low. "What I protect becomes my possession. So how dare you run from me."