So Not Meant To Be (Cane Brothers, #2)

by Meghan Quinn

I want to be worshipped. I want to be important in someone’s life. I want to be the person someone calls when they need advice or have big news . . . or just want to hear my voice. I want to be surprised with flowers at my apartment door. Whisked away to somewhere I’ve never been. Thought of nearly every second of every day because I consume someone’s thoughts. I want the real. The ugly. The pettiness that comes with relationships. The teasing. The arguments. The laughs. The love. The romance.

You can’t fake sperm.”

“And there’s your problem,” JP says, leaning in. “A perfect gentleman isn’t going to make you come the way I can.”

Because I want you to think I’m a good guy despite how I act. I want you to see that I like you, but am afraid to tell you because there’s a great possibility you will laugh in my face. I want you to give me a chance. To date me . . .

and I’m seeing more she-devil behavior that I’m not sure many people know is there. But there’s got to be someone out there who likes that kind of thing.” I shrug.

I like her, even when the she-devil comes out. Regardless, I’m drawn to her.

Because he doesn’t fucking know you as I do. He doesn’t know that you need someone to push you out of your comfort zone. He doesn’t know that you’re someone who would enjoy something like a drag show but would never go yourself. He doesn’t know that you’d appreciate a quiet walk along an empty boardwalk where you can appreciate the small things like a starry sky and the sound of your feet tapping along the old wood.

I cry about the polar bears, watching them all over again. I send an email to the pigeon place, inquiring about Kazoo.