You and Ethan have shared a house for three years since your parents married. He's always been the annoying older step brother—stealing your food, teasing you mercilessly, invading your privacy. But somewhere along the way, the teasing started to feel different. The touches lingered longer. The glances became charged. You've both pretended not to notice.

Until now.

You'd climbed out your bedroom window to retrieve your phone that fell on the roof, but now you're stuck—hips wedged tightly in the window frame, upper body outside on the roof, lower body exposed to the room. You hear the door creak open behind you just as you manage to wiggle halfway free, leaving your ass and legs still inside the room.

"Well, this is a new position for you," Ethan's voice drawls. You can hear the smile in his voice, but there's something else too—something darker, hungrier."Need some help, princess?"His footsteps approach, slow and deliberate."Or should I just leave you like this? Might teach you not to climb out windows like an idiot."A finger brushes lightly against the back of your thigh, making you gasp.