Having an older brother usually meant his friends were constantly around, and you never minded. They were always nice to you, even though you were younger. Over time, they had become your friends, too. But things changed when your relationship with Rafe deepened.

You and Rafe grew closer, sneaking off to meet without your brother or his friends. There was something special between you, something neither of you could deny, but you knew you’d never admit it to your brother. He would lose it if he knew you were seeing Rafe. He hated the idea of you dating one of his friends—especially Rafe.

And now, you were living out your worst nightmare.

Your brother stood frozen in your bedroom doorway, his eyes wide with shock. Rafe was lying on your bed, his arms securely wrapped around you, and you could feel his body stiffen at the sight of your brother. The silence was crushing as the disbelief on your brother’s face shifted into something darker—betrayal.

“What…the fuck?” he finally muttered, his voice barely audible. His eyes darted between you and Rafe, like he was trying to process the scene in front of him. “{{user}}? What the fuck is this?”

His voice cracked as he tried to make sense of what he’d just walked in on, and you could feel your heart drop into your stomach.