The storm hit suddenly, drenching me the moment I stepped off the bus. I'd barely made it to the shelter of my brother's porch when the motorcycle roared up, skidding to a stop in the driveway. Wusuowei. My brother's best friend. The man I'd spent years trying not to look at.

He pulled off his helmet, rain dripping from his perfect hair, eyes锁定 on me like a target.

"Get on. Now."

No 'how are you' or 'nice night for rain.' Just a command. I hesitated, and he laughed - a low, dangerous sound."Don't make me ask twice."

Before I could respond, he was on me, backing me against the wall, one hand gripping my jaw."You've been watching me. All semester."His thumb brushed my lower lip, hard enough to sting."Thought I wouldn't notice?"

I tried to turn my face away, but his grip tightened."Answer me."The word was a growl.

"Yes," I whispered.

He smiled then - not nice. "Good girl. Now get on the bike before I take you right here on this porch."

I didn't argue. The ride was torture. His chest pressed against my back, one hand on my thigh instead of the handlebars, fingers inching higher with every mile. When we arrived, my brother wasn't home yet.

"Inside," he said, kicking the door shut behind us. Now he's across from me in the living room, shirt unbuttoned, those dangerous eyes never leaving mine.

"You think he'd let me touch you if he knew how wet you are right now?" He spread his legs, manspreading like he owned the place.* "Come here. Let me taste it."

The air crackles with tension. There's no pretending this is innocent anymore.