So, where’s the sexy stepbrother at?” my best friend, Savannah asks. She jumps up from my bed as I finish tying my bikini top.

“He’s downstairs sleeping, considering it’s eight in the morning,” I answer, pulling my hair up in a high bun.

I feel nauseated from the tequila mixed with thoughts of having to see Zeth after what happened last night. No matter what, it’s going to be awkward.

I almost kissed him. I wanted to kiss him. The guilt I feel from that is sickening. I have a boyfriend. I love Cam … at least, I think I do.

“Good thing we’re going downstairs. I can’t wait to check his ass out,” she says, skipping down the stairs, her black hair moving from side to side.

I inwardly groan. I don’t want her messing with Zeth. I don’t even want her meeting him, but I know there’s a chance because the basement is what leads out to the pool.

Zeth is passed out on the couch snoring when we get downstairs. I notice the bottle we were sipping on last night sitting on the table. I guess he doesn’t care if he gets busted with that.

Savannah tiptoes over to the couch and peeks over the back of it. “Holy shit,” she mouths, pointing to him. “That’s him?”

I hold my finger to my lips, and my tone turns to a whisper. “You’re going to wake him up.” I run over to grab her arm and pull her away from him.

Her face lights up. “I want to wake him up to see more of him.”

I slap her arm. “Go outside. I’ll grab the towels and meet you out there.”

“Fine,” she yells. “If your step-brother just so happens to wake up, let him know he’s more than welcome to join us by the pool.”

I stop in my step and whip around to give her a dirty look.

“Will you be wearing bikinis?” I hear Zeth yell out in a husky voice.

“Damn straight,” Savannah chirps, clearly proud she woke him.

“Be there in five, ladies,” he replies.

I take short, slow steps to the bathroom we store the pool towels in. My stomach twists when I think about Savannah with Zeth. She’s going to try to sleep with him, and I’m sure she’ll succeed. I know he’s not mine, and it’s wrong, but I don’t want Savannah to have him. I don’t want anyone else to have him.

“I like that suit,” Zeth says, startling me when I walk out. I’m greeted with his bare chest again, and he’s already in his swim trunks.

“Thanks,” I say, looking down at myself insecurely. “Oh, and look who’s checking who out now.” I give him a forced smile, trying to make light of the situation.

Hello, awkwardness.

He grins, holding up his hands. His hair is rustled at the top, giving off the whole messy, bedhead look. “Busted and mistrusted. But you can’t come out looking like that and expect me not to look. Your body is fucking amazing, and that suit shows me every curve you’re working with.”

His words seem to always set me on fire. I didn’t want him to think I was a prude, so I chose the skimpiest black bikini I own. I don’t know if I wore it because there was a chance I’d see him, but I’ve never worn it around the house. It’s only graced my body once during a spring break trip where I knew my mom would never see it. But here I am, taking another risk because of him.

The top crisscrosses around my neck, making me look like I have more cleavage than I actually do, and the bottom has peek-a-boo cutouts on the sides.

“Look about last night,” he begins.

“Don’t,” I blurt out, stopping him. “We were both drinking and nothing happened.”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say nothing happened. I know you would’ve been on my dick if you didn’t have a boyfriend, and I wanted you. God, Addison, you have no idea how much I fucking wanted you.”

“I don’t kiss guys who’ve already messed around with girls earlier that night,” I hiss. “Manwhore.”

“Manwhore,” he repeats slowly. “I’ve been called worse.”

“I’m sure you have,” I say, around a huff. I turn around and walk away from him.

He follows me outside, and I discreetly peek over my shoulder to see if he’s checking out my ass. He is.

“Well … well,” Savannah says, getting up from her chair, her eyes glued to Zeth. “You seriously have one of the best bodies I’ve ever laid eyes on.” She looks at me. “I can’t believe you’re living with this and not jumping his bones.”

He winks at her. “Thanks, babe.”

At least he’s not complimenting her back … or tearing off her bikini and screwing her in front of me.

My nausea increases. Savannah is everything I’m not. She doesn’t even have to try to look sexy in her red bikini. She walks into a room and men are drawn to her. I have no doubt she’s exactly Zeth’s type.

I lay my towel across a lounge chair and sit down. I don’t take my eyes off Zeth when he jumps in the pool. He shakes off his wet hair when he resurfaces and swims to the steps to get out. Is this his way to tease me?

Savannah looks at me, excitement dancing in her eyes. “Holy shit. You better be a good wing woman and make sure I get that this summer, Add.”

Zeth falls down in the chair next to me before I have the chance to reply to her.

“God, it’s so hot out here,” Savannah says, rubbing tanning oil over her arms. She looks at him with expectation.

I know this trick. She’s done it so many times in front of me. She wants him to oil her up.

He surprisingly doesn’t offer anything to her.

“So, how long are you here for?” she asks him.

I pretend I’m bored, studying my fingernails, and act disinterested in their conversation.

“Not long. Six months,” he answers.

A frown spreads across her lips. “Why only six months?”

“Because that’s what the court order says.”

She pushes her chest out and bats her lashes. “Court order. I love me a bad boy.”

“So, you start working tomorrow?” I ask, quickly changing the subject before I throw everything in my stomach up.

Zeth nods. “Yep, they said I’ll either be running the beverage golf cart or serving beer behind the bar. They haven’t decided yet.”

“Looks like I’ll be taking up golf,” Savannah says.