When your drunk stepbrother and his friend ask you to play a game in the middle of the night, what do you say? I said no.
But since tall, blond, surfer Adrian had moved in two years ago, he'd always had a way of getting me to do what he wanted. This time, though--what he wanted was more than I was ready to give.
I thought it would be a harmless night of cards and drinking. It turned out I was very wrong. While our parents slept down the hall, Adrian and Jack showed me that sometimes nothing feels more right than doing something so wrong.