So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

“She’s mine,” I repeat, my voice thick and solemn this time. “And she knows it. She might not be ready to admit it, but she fucking knows it.” His glare holds more of a challenge than I expected. Softer, I add, “It was only ever her, Leev.”

“She’s the only woman I’ve ever been with. The only woman I ever intend to be with,” I add, my damn heart clenching like it does every time I think about her. “It was only ever her.”

“I love watching you run,” he repeats, his tone low, “because I get to fantasize about what it would be like to catch you.”

“And what would you do if you caught me?” My tone is sweet, but I scrape my nails against the short hairs at his nape. There’s no masking my eagerness as I inch closer to his mouth. He hums, then ghosts his lips along my jaw. “I’d hold on tight and keep you forever.”