The Wrong Brother
Naomi Diasthen he kissed me by the crystalsmated to my obsessive step-brothercall me by your name book scenesi was crazy once they locked me in a room
He padded after me.
Adrian, of course, found the entire ordeal hilarious.
“He’s never done this before,” he mused, lounging on the opposite couch with his laptop.
“Great,” I muttered. “So I’m cursed.”
“Chosen,” he corrected.
I rolled my eyes. “You sound like a cult leader.”
He smirked. “Maybe Zeus knows something you don’t.”
My stomach twisted. I didn’t like the way that sounded.
By afternoon, I was ready to barricade myself in my room just to escape the constant dog presence. Zeus followed anyway, sitting faithfully outside the door like a sentry.