It had to be a dream.
Please tell me it's a dream.
A nightmare.
How in the world did the guy I had the best s*x with become my stepbrother?!
It was supposed to be a probability of zero, maybe even negative numbers, but here I was, sitting at a dining table so extravagant it looked like something out of a movie.
And there he was, Ryder, sitting across from me, his dark hair perfectly messy in a way that made me want to pull it, his lips curled into that same smirk I remembered all too well.
His eyes didn't leave me, not for a second.
I tried my best not to blush. Not to give out the signal that we knew each other.
Or the fact that I had cleared at those muscles. Moaned and screamed his name as he pounded into me.
Okay stop it Evie.
Not cool.
"So," he said, his voice smooth as
