option one. I can't. We may not be related, but that doesn't make this any less wrong. Hell, with the way things are going, he's probably going to be my step-brother one day—whether he likes it or not.
I shake myself from the daze I was in and move the curtain to step out of the shower. Just as I'm about to close it again, he grabs my wrist.
“By the way, nice bra.”
With a wink that damn near knocks my world off its axis, he slides the curtain between us. I look down and notice my white shirt is now completely see-through and my pink lace sports bra is fully visible. My God, I may as well not be wearing a shirt at all.
I swallow down the humiliation and leave the room, hoping at least my dignity is still intact.
HOPING THINGS WOULD CHANGE a little after seeing Cade naked was stupid. If anything, it's only made my less-than-innocent thoughts about him even more known. Now, he makes it a point to torment me with it.
Looking down at his cock while sitting on the couch.
Adjusting himself when only I can see him.
Biting his lip and winking at me.
Fuck, he's an arrogant son of a bitch.
Why does he have to be so good looking? Why couldn't he be one of those nerdy guys who spent lunch in the library designing robots? Maybe this is just teenage hormones, and the fact that I'm about to go to college with my v-card still firmly attached. My body is just trying to find someone who isn't Kellan—or Colby, for that matter. He'd probably be skilled as hell, but I think my first time should be with someone who doesn't have a body count that resembles an area code.
I'm standing in the kitchen, looking for something to drink, while Nora gets her things together. Cade is sitting at the nook in the corner, eating a bowl of cereal and somehow making it look sexy as he does it. The way his tongue juts out to meet the spoon before it enters his mouth, my mind fills with thoughts I shouldn't have.
“Okay, I'm off to find a new bathing suit for the cruise,” Nora announces.
“What's wrong with the bathing suits you have?” Cade questions with his mouth full.
She rolls her eyes. “Nothing. I just want a new one.”
He grumbles something under his breath, but she doesn't pay it any attention. She grabs her purse and pulls it up until it rests on her shoulder. Then she smiles warmly at me and leaves the room. Still, Cade's attitude is really starting to strike a nerve.
“What the hell is your problem?” I sneer. “Why do you always have to give your mom a hard time?”
He chuckles, but it lacks humor. “You're going to tell me how to act with my mom now? This isn't her. She was never like this.”
“Like what? A nice person?”
“Materialistic,” he snaps. “Thirty-day cruises. Shopping for the hell of it. She never gave a shit about any of that stuff until we came here. Now she's turning out just like you. There are bigger things to worry about than debit cards and designer purses. She was better off with my dad. We all were.”
His constant judgment and degrading comments finally cause me to break. “What the hell do you want me to do? Apologize for my dad being rich? Get a fucking grip, Cade. The only one paying attention to your lack of wealth is you.”
I'M OFFICIALLY DONE WITH everything Cade Knight. If he wants to be a constant asshole, with the mood swings of a teenage boy during puberty, that's on him. This is my last summer at home, and I refuse to let him ruin that for me. Except—I can't find my computer.
I swear I left it on my bed, but it's not there. I look under the pillow, the comforter, under the bed itself. Nowhere. That stupid fucker must have taken it to mess with me.
Leaving my room, I head down the small staircase and walk toward his bedroom. It's quiet, meaning he's not in there. I quietly open the door and slip inside. The place is even more a mess than it was the other day.
I look around, even pulling open some drawers. No computer, but there is a rather sizable bag of weed. Cade smokes pot? A familiar voice has me freezing in place.
“What do you think you're doing?”
I straighten without dropping the bag, and when he sees it in my