My older brother means the world to me. I owe him everything. But if he knew the filthy daydreams I have of his best friend… he’d never look at me the same way.
Damian is steady. Rugged and manly. Tailor-made to make me sigh. So when my brother invites me on a sailing trip and says Damian will be there…
I can’t resist. I need him near.
It’s silly. Because when Damian looks at me, he still sees a little girl. So I’m stuck out on the ocean with only my sketchbook to console me, drawing us together as I wish it could be.
Desperate. Primal. Nothing between us but skin.
Except I’m careless with my sketchbook. I leave it lying around on deck. And soon Damian looks at me differently, too.
Like I’m forbidden.
But too tempting to resist.