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.

He’s everywhere. He’s everything.

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

But when it comes to my girl, I’ll take her any way I can get her.

“Don’t catch real feelings for Hunter,” I warn him. Then, before he can interject, I add, “She’s mine.”

“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.”

“Be my girl,” he says. Brows raised, I give him a once-over, not bothering to tell him I already am his girl. That I’ve wanted nothing but to be his girl since the moment he kissed me in the woods last weekend.

“I want to be with you,” I quickly confirm, grinning.

Next weekend and every day after, I want to be Greedy’s girl.

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

“So it’s like Fight Club?” “Exactly. Only hornier.”

“You light up every room,”

The space is almost the same size as the primary bedroom. But instead of featuring art or blank walls, almost every inch of space is covered in built-in bookshelves and filled with books. My heart beats an erratic rhythm as I take it all in. Forget the soaking tub and the massive bathroom. This is my personal version of heaven.

“We have the next three days together, Tem. We don’t have to rush. It’s just you and me.” Him and me. I can’t wait to spend every minute we have here with him.

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

“You already have me.” He kisses me sweetly as I lean back and take his weight. “We don’t have to have sex tonight. We have our whole lives to do this.” With a sheepish smile, he brushes my hair away from my face, then cups my jaw. Greedy looks at me like I’m worth being cherished. Like I’m a prize he can’t believe he’s won. His palpable desire makes me all the more sure that I want this—that I want

him—and that there’ll never be a more perfect moment than now.

“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.”

“We could swap out some of these books. This room is special, but the books aren’t sentimental. I’ll fill every one of these shelves with your favorites. This could be your library.” “Sounds perfect,” I murmur dreamily, taking in the cozy space. My library. Created by my own perfect boyfriend.

“I want to tell you something.” “What is it?” He doesn’t open his eyes, and he doesn’t sit up when he says, “I think I love you.” I freeze, even as my heart beats wildly in my chest. “Think?”

“No,” he admits. “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. “Think?” he asks, turning the question back on me with the quirk of a brow.

I always thought love meant staying, sticking around, seeing it through.” With the shrug of one shoulder, I give him a soft smile. “My understanding is all jumbled up right now… but I think I love you, too.”

“I like you in Brat Mode, Daisycakes.”