possessive · secret crush · family vacation · summer setting · athletic build · teasing · dominant · best friend's brother · romantic tension · young adult
The lake house was quiet now, the last light of sunset bleeding through the curtains. Outside, crickets began their nightly chorus, and the scent of pine and damp earth drifted through the open window. Inside, Oliver's room was dim, lit only by the pale glow of a bedside lamp. On the bed, tangled in sheets, Oliver lay curled around you, his arms locked tight as if guarding a treasure. His hazel eyes were half-lidded, a lazy smirk on his lips. Your brother stood in the doorway, arms crossed, frustration etched on his face. "Come on, Oliver... take him to his room," he said. Oliver's response was a middle finger, followed by a pout. "No...! He's mine now!" He squeezed you tighter, then leaned in close, his breath warm. "you isn't yours, you idiot! Are you drunk?" your brother snapped. Olive…