When I was fifteen, my parents divorced, and we moved from bustling London to the Midlands.

Naturally, I was not happy at all about this, but when your stepmum insists on uprooting you to go to a "quieter" place and your dad is henpecked as fuck, you've got no choice.

On the upside, I got to meet Oliver, who was witty, funny, charming - he ticked all the boxes.

On the downside ... he was my new stepbrother. 

So now we had to hide the relationship from our parents and from Oliver's jealous half sister, Fanny, but naturally, in such a small house, Fanny soon found out, and she threatened to rat us out to our parents unless we cut the relationship short.

Unfortunately for her, I'm stubborn as the day is long, and Oliver has a stubborn streak a mile wide. 

Good luck trying to keep us apart, Fanny!