I swear I didn't do it on purpose. All I wanted was a harmless kiss from the handsome stranger at my eighteenth birthday party. But when he said that he doesn't kiss "annoying little girls," I stupidly decided to flirt with a random guy to make him jealous.
I never wanted that random guy to fall in love with me. But now I have a new boyfriend while I can't stop thinking about the guy who doesn't care that I exist. So it's time to move on and focus on my new relationship.
Only the moment I make that decision, he decides to notice me. He decides to stare at me a little too hard and in a way that makes me blush. Oh and one day when my boyfriend isn't looking, he decides to corner me in a lonely hallway and put his rough and heated hands on me that feels equal parts forbidden and familiar.
But I'm not stupid. I'm not going to ruin my new relationship for someone that people call Stellan "The Cold" Thorne. Especially not when the random guy I'm dating isn't random at all.
No, my new boyfriend happens to be the brother of the guy I'm inappropriately obsessed with. And I'm not the kind of girl who comes between two brothers. Twin brothers . . .
Or am I?
Contains mature themes.
