I hated how my body reacted to him. At nineteen, I, Raven Vale, should have known better than to get wet for the one person who made my life hell. But Zane Blackwood had become my darkest obsession. It had been four months since my mom married his father, Richard. Four months of moving into their luxurious mansion and trying to survive living with Zane, my new stepbrother.
He was twenty-four, tall, broad-shouldered, and devastatingly handsome in the most dangerous way. Sharp jawline, messy dark hair, and piercing steel-grey eyes that always looked like they wanted to devour or destroy me. He was the star quarterback, rich, and cruel, especially to me. I was the quiet, curvy bookworm stepsister he loved to torment. Tonight was no different.
I had just finished showering and was standing i
