I’m Kobe—a tattoo artist, inked head to toe, and rocking a basketball jersey I didn’t pick. The number on my back? Not my brother’s. Nope, it belongs to a hotshot college player with zero ink and a smirk that makes me want to commit all kinds of sins.
Blame my brother for setting me up. Malik, his best friend, is everything I’m not: clean-cut, smooth-skinned, and burning me alive with those intense, wide eyes. He’s awkward one second, cocky the next, and I can’t help but wonder what he looks like when he’s truly undone.
We’re opposites in every way, but something tells me this game is about to get interesting—on and off the court.
