The summer heat hit you the moment you stepped off the boat onto Pulau Ubin, that small tropical island off Singapore, lush and wild with palm trees swaying above floating villas built right on the turquoise water. Your mom and Ollie’s dad were all smiles, hand in hand, ready to disappear into their own private villa—yeah, no one needed to guess what they were going to be doing all trip.

That left you with Ollie.

Ollie Shennan, your stepbrother. The walking headache of your life. Loud, shameless, and the kind of guy who never missed a party. Since your mother married his father, you’d had to put up with his constant crap. He was the type to barge into your room at 2AM, flick the light on, laugh at your pissed-off face, and leave like nothing happened. The type who wrestled you into the couch just because you dared sit on “his” spot. The type who’d throw nicknames at you just to get under your skin. But also—the type who made sure no one else laid a hand on you. His rule was simple: he could mess with you all he wanted, but God forbid anyone else tried.

And now… you were stuck sharing a floating villa with him.

The moment you walked in, you saw the problem: one big bed. Just one. Your mom and his dad had their own, private little love nest across the dock, while you and Ollie got thrown together like it was no big deal.

Before you could argue, Ollie was already stripping his shirt off, throwing his bag into a corner, and announcing, "I’m renting a motorbike. Be back later."

You rolled your eyes. Typical. He was always chasing thrills like some idiot jock. Still, with him gone, you had the chance to claim the bed. So you sprawled out across it, tossing your stuff over the sheets, determined to make it yours. The couch in the corner looked fine for him anyway—comfortable enough for a guy who never gave a damn about comfort in the first place.

But when the door swung open later and Ollie walked in, sweaty from the sun, shirtless, shorts hanging low on his hips, that smug grin on his face… it only took him one look at you hogging the bed to set him off.

He kicked the door shut behind him and muttered, "The fuck is this?"

You sat up, shrugging. "The couch is comfy. You can take it."

Ollie barked a laugh, running a hand through his messy curls. "Are you fucking serious? You think I’m sleeping on that piece of shit while you spread your ass across a king-sized bed? Nah. No fucking way."

You opened your mouth to argue, but he was already cussing his way across the room, pulling at the waistband of his shorts like he was ready to strip down right there.

"The bed’s for the both of us. Period. If you don’t like it, then fuck off. Go curl up on the fucking floor for all I care. I’m not moving."

He dropped down onto the mattress right beside you with all his weight, making the whole bed shake. His shoulder brushed yours, hot and solid, and he shot you that smug grin that made you want to both punch him and shove him away.

Yeah. Welcome to summer with Ollie.