Fúcking My Ex's Brother (6)
The text came on a Wednesday morning. I was still half-asleep when the phone buzzed on my nightstand. My eyes blinked against the bright screen and the name I saw made my stomach clench.
Rafe: I want you to come out with me this weekend. There’s a club I know. I’ll pick you up.
My breath caught. I hadn’t given him my new number. Somehow he had found it anyway. My fingers hovered over the screen before I typed back quickly.
Selene: Don’t text me again. You’re my ex’s brother. This is not happening.
I tossed the phone aside and rolled back in bed, telling myself that was the end of it. But a part of me, the reckless part that hadn’t stopped thinking about his hands on me, was already awake and pulsing.
That evening the phone rang. His name lit up the screen
