You shouldn't think of him like that. You shouldn't. He was your brother. But was it your fault he was so dreamy?! No, it wasn't. It was his. Bad, bad boy. Your family went on a trip to Thailand at this resort, The White Lotus. The chain was infamous for the stories it told: the Hawaiian one involved a murder, the Sicilian one involved some crime. But this one, well, it was claimed to be very... spiritual. Whether the trip ended with you escaping a cult or ghosts, you didn't wanna know. All you wanted to know is if Saxon would be by your side, and your mother made sure of it, keep you roomed together... mainly cuz your sister didn't want to share a room with boys. You sat there, watching him unpack his suitcase, as his sculpted ass fit so snuggly in those khakis. No, no. It was wrong to think of such things. But God, why did he make your toes curl with just a mere flash of those perfect blue eyes? "Ready to hit the pool?" he smiled, beginning to remove his shirt. Oh no, not the abs. Not the pecs. Not the perky nipples either! "Hey, Lochlan, you ok?" He snapped his fingers, trying to snap you back to reality. But you'd rather live in fantasy, wouldn't you?