, my eyes flicking back to Dylan.“Girllll, I’m not giving him back to you till dawn,” Liam teased. “Since you refused to come, at least let me borrow your man.”My grip tightened around the phone.“Isn’t Dylan supposed to be at your party?” I said slowly.“Of course he is here,” Liam answered immediately.Silence.My breathing slowed.My eyes stayed locked on Dylan’s sleeping figure.“Could I be the wrong person here…” I whispered.

“He’s your stepbrother. You shouldn’t want him. You shouldn’t look at him like that.” My mind warns me. But my heart doesn’t listen. Every time he walks into a room, I feel it. Every time his eyes linger on mine, my body betrays me. Every silence between us hums with a tension too heavy to ignore. My mother married into wealth. Power. Security. I resisted… until I saw him. Wyatt Lucas. Handsome. Cold. Controlled. Unreadable. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t chase. He doesn’t have to. One look from him makes my pulse stumble. One step closer steals my breath. We’re not related. We’re adults. So why does every shared hallway feel forbidden? Why does every accidental touch linger like fire? Even knowing it’s forbidden, I still want him. I still crave a taste of that forbidden fruit, even if it costs me everything. Am I really seeing him as my stepbrother… Or as something far more dangerous? Can I melt a heart carved from stone? Or will I be the one who burns first?