Some lines arent meant to be crossed. Some rules cant be broken.
At least thats what I keep telling myself about Tobias.
Hes been my rock since our parents got married—the one person who gets me and the one whos always been there.
Hes also the one person whos completely off-limits. But now my overprotective mother has decided I cant handle Chicago on my own, and suddenly Im sharing an apartment with six feet of tattooed temptation who happens to be my stepbrother.
As our boundaries begin to blur and lines are shattered, I can feel his need for me in every glance and touch, driven by a longing that consumes us both.
I know we should stop this before it starts. Before we do something we cant come back from. But Tobias has never been good at following rules—and lately? Neither am I.
