Streams and Schemes

by Rebecca Kinkade

“Hey,” Lander interrupts, speaking over my shoulder. “Don’t touch her. If you put your hands on her one more time, I’ll rip them off and then sue you for getting blood on my suit. Am I fucking clear?”

Never date a lawyer, even if he makes every part of your body yearn in unprecedented, unholy ways.

looking would force me to stop kissing her—and fuck that shit—I’m never going to stop kissing her.