He Pressed Against My Collarbone and Called Me Sis

Lin Zhi had set herself one ironclad rule: never get involved with any of the guys around her younger brother. Until that summer, when her younger brother's roommate, Zhou Yu, climbed out of the pool dripping wet and tugged off her sun-protective jacket. He rested his chin against her collarbone, his breath hot. "Playing strangers, Sis Zhi?"

Later, on the basketball court, he knelt to examine her sprained ankle, his fingertips hovering near the swelling. "When you taught me to play basketball, Sis, you never said I couldn't cross the line."

Everyone said Zhou Yu was a fresh-faced top student. Only Lin Zhi knew just how innocent his eyes looked when he called her "Sis," and how hot his fingertips felt.

And when she was tipsy and reached out to poke his cheek, asking, "How are you so good-looking?" he grabbed her wrist and kissed her. "Now I'll teach you what really crossing the line means."