Owen (Storm Enterprises #3)

Prologue

PROLOGUE

LAYA

AGED EIGHTEEN

P ushing my shoulders back, I stare into my vanity mirror and straight into the eyes of Owen James Stevens, my brother’s best friend. At ten years my senior, he’s forever been out of my reach. I’ve always been too young, innocent, illegal.

Not anymore.

I apply another layer of the bright-red lipstick I know drives him insane, then roll my lips together.

My eyes once again snag onto the photo pinned to my mirror. It might be of me with my brother and his three best friends, but I only see him .

For as long as I can remember, I’ve only seen him.

When he did everything in his power to avoid me, I always tracked him down, craving his attention with an all-consuming need.

Even if he pretends like he didn’t let me kiss him when I was seventeen after telling him I saved my first kiss for him, I still only see him. The way his heart had beaten wildly beneath the palm of my hand was burned into my soul, and I chipped away a little of his denial of our mutual attraction. For a split second before he pushed me away, he was mine and I was his.

Then he acted like the biggest ass in the world and left me feeling rejected once again.

But not tonight. Tonight, I’m eighteen and want more than a kiss.

I want him to be my first.

My first everything.

My last too.