The Dare (Briar U, #4)

by Elle Kennedy

“Is that a yes?” she murmurs. In answer, I sweep a few strands of hair behind her ear and brush my lips against her skin to speak. Because whoever is torturing this poor girl is certainly watching us right now and they can eat shit. “Lead the way, babe.”

“Babe, you’ve got the kind of body that boys build in their heads under the sheets after dark.”

“I mean it.” His voice thickens. “I’ve been sitting here having filthy thoughts about you all night. Don’t mistake my manners for indifference.”

I truly believe that all body types are beautiful. It’s only when I look in the mirror that I forget.

And before I can blink, he kisses me, all his regret and conviction distilled into the warm, engulfing sensation of our lips meeting. In his arms, I feel steady again, finally upright after being thrown askew. Because when we aren’t together, the world feels misaligned. Conor gives me balance, sets the ground flat again.