Wright Kind of Trouble

He didn’t know I was ten years younger.
I didn’t know he was a Sinclair.

He didn’t care that I was a Wright.
I knew exactly what I wanted.

Yet, I know none of this when I fall into his bed.

Touching him is like finally waking after a long sleep and the thought of being without him is like driving a knife through my chest. But it's worse—he was almost engaged to my brother's wife—which makes him public enemy number one.

Our families hate each other.
No one can know what we did.
If any of my four older brothers find out, they will run him out of town.

And still…I want him.