Kayla is a smart, focused, top-mark student in her last two senior years of high school in a private facility for rich kids in Florida. All she wants is to get accepted to Harvard and graduate with top marks to follow the career she has set for herself. Her entire life is about becoming an independent and successful vet. She has micro-managed it and planned it to the tiniest detail. Leaving no room for a social life or living her teen years like her peers.

This year has had its ups and downs, with her stepbrother of almost ten years coming to live under the same roof after being raised apart after their parents married. The chaos and drama his appearance has brought, since he despises not only his father but Kayla's mother too, has made home tense. He's a rude, defiant, and arrogant pain in her ass who is hellbent on causing trouble and listens to no one.  

Dane is the polar opposite in every way - Vain, oversexed, a playboy who takes nothing seriously except booze, girls, and his motorbike while he rebels in every way against his father for ripping apart his family. Looking like a teen idol, acting like someone who doesn't need to take accountability for anything in his life, Kayla honestly cannot stand him. She sees a loser who will live on daddy's money and drink away his youth while sleeping with every girl in the county.

At 17, they have known one another most of their lives and never had any kind of friendly relationship. They have always been classmates but never friends and definitely not siblings. - but all that is about to change. 

A series of events pulls them closer, a forbidden and unexpected accidental kiss, and they plummet into confusion as feelings grow that neither expected. Slowly the walls come down between them, and they have far more in common than they ever imagined.

TEEN DRAMA

　　He knew it was me that day in the dark? Or he subconsciously knew…I mean, he always says he knows how I smell because of Elise’s products, so maybe once he got close…


　　I can’t get my head around it. Given how he went off on one when the lights went on, and now he's saying deep down he knew it was me and not Charmaine. That can’t be.


　　“I don’t even know anymore.” Dane pushes past me and stalks to the breakfast bar, pulls out a stool, and flops onto it before sagging over the surface and laying his head on an outstretched arm. A gesture of childish defeat. He is still looking my way, yet none of his usual cocky arrogance is present. He seems tired and spent, and I know exactly how that feels.


　　“You’re saying you feel something for me? That this is a two-way thing?” I pick out the microscopic sense from the words he has used so far, and he remains still and silent. “What do you want me to say or do? I don’t know what you’re trying to do here, Dane?”


CHAPTER 79