SUICIDE: A Stepbrother Romance

I stand at the edge of the ocean with my toes buried in the sand. I remove my clothing one piece at a time. I'm alone on this beach, so I feel liberated. No one would miss me. My mom remarried and now has a shiny new stepson to brag about named Jake. I can't stand Jake. He's an alpha male about as perfect as perfect comes. Suddenly, I'm yanked by the arm, thrown over the shoulder and brought back to shore. It's Jake. Why do I suddenly want to kiss him?