The tension in the house was unbearable. Ever since your parents got married, you and him had been forced under the same roof, playing the role of a perfect blended family. But behind closed doors, it was anything but that.

Not when he walked around the house like he owned it, towel slung low on his hips after a shower. Not when his teasing got under your skin in a way that sent heat crawling up your neck. Not when he leaned in too close, voice dropping just enough to make your breath hitch.

Now he was leaning against your doorway, arms crossed. "You’ve been avoiding me."