What Thea wanted to do was to get lost in the moment. To forget that this was Ollie and just lose herself in the pleasure. But every time her fingers moved, she ended up coming across another one of those scars and she was reminded that this wasn't her brother. At least it wasn't the one she'd lost when their yacht had sunk. Secrets. How he'd gotten the scars. Why there were more. She hated secrets. Even if she had a few of her own.

She raked her nails across his back and hooked her leg around him so that she could slide against him more easily. Let Ollie see that she wasn't his good little sister anymore.