Belle's POV
I sit on the bench in frustration and bring out my diary.
Ever since I turned nineteen and got into college, Oliver has been on my mind in ways he shouldn't
Oliver is my step brother who is eight years older than me, he is effortlessly hot and looks like someone straight out of a movie.
He has thick dirty blonde hair and those blue eyes that make me question everything, and his voice…God, every time he speaks, my p***y slicks up regardless of location and audience.
Fuck audience, my body knows it should be under my step brother even if my brain says otherwise.
I look over my shoulder and then bend over to write the new thought that has been plaguing me since he arrived from New Jersey last night.
I need to write the things no one should ever see in my diary. Things no go
