So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

I miss him. In my heart of hearts, in my deepest, most private moments, I miss him. So fucking much. Sometimes I can’t even look at him for more than a breath without feeling as though I’ll drown in my sorrow.

Flovely. Fucking. Lovely.

He’s a part of me. He’s the best of me.

“No wrong moves,”

“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.”

A moment later, the white object soars through my window and lands softly on my bed. A paper airplane.

I can’t wait to be with you this weekend. And I really can’t wait to be together next year.

“Spicy meaning books with a lot of sex. My smut brunch friends and I read it all. Dark romance. Small-town romance. Sports romance. The options are endless,”

“You’re a fascinating creature, Hunter St. Clair.”

“You know what they say. Cs get degrees. As long as I don’t completely bomb this final, I’ll pass the class. That’s all I’m really worried about.”

“I clearly made a wrong move.” “There are no wrong moves,”

“Life has a rhythm,” he whispers. “Everything happens for a reason, even if we don’t know what the reason is right away.”

“No wrong moves, Temi. You’re my first and my last. I never knew what I was waiting for, but now I know it was you.”

“I know with every cell in my body that I love you, Hunter. I didn’t want to say it earlier and make you think I was just saying it because—” “I think I love you, too,” I rush to reply.

“Your turn, Daisy. Take those off and let me see that pretty little cunt.”

“Eyes on me, Daisy. I want to watch my girlfriend’s face when I make her come for the first time.”

This man just called me his girlfriend. And there was no mention of the fake part this time.

He’s become my anchor, a safe harbor against the tempest that is my crumbling relationship with my mom.

She didn’t raise me at all. My dad did. But he’s gone now. Everything I love leaves.

I was going to love him forever, only forever isn’t an option anymore.

No right moves, except one designed to protect him. Nothing’s wrong. Nothing’s right. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine.

I’ll do everything in my power to make sure he’s fine in the end, too.

“Levi… I want this. I want us to be real.”

“You see me, Levi,” she urges. “You see all of me, and you’re not running. You fight back against my demons. You’ve always been there for me.”

“Good things always leave me,” she confesses into my chest. “Please don’t be another thing that leaves.”

Temi— There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you. There isn’t anything I couldn’t love you through.

Paper airplanes are doomed from the start, even if the few seconds of flight are full of hope and lightness and fun. Those few seconds make it almost worth the inevitable fall. Almost, but not quite.