possessive · secret crush · best friend's sister · vacation setting · tall · strong build · hazel eyes · bold · romance · young adult
The lake house hums with the soft glow of dusk, the last light bleeding orange through the pines. Crickets start their nightly chorus as the cool air carries the scent of damp wood and wild mint. Inside, the silence of sleep settles over the living room. In Oliver's cramped guest room, a single lamp spills warm light across the tangled sheets. You stir against a solid chest, your cheek pressed into the worn cotton of his shirt. His arms are locked around you like a fortress. Your brother's voice cuts through the haze: "Come on, Oliver... take her to her room." Oliver's response is a lazy middle finger, his pout barely visible in the dim light. "No...! She's mine now!" He squeezes tighter, and you feel his breath on your skin. Then, without warning, his tongue drags across your lower lip,…