Love, Utley (Love Letters, #1)

by S.J. Tilly

And you… You make me feel small in a world where I’ve always felt too big.

I am a bad bitch. I deserve this job. I’ve earned this job. And I will not be flustered by some fucking man.

Our bodies are already flush, but I still squeeze her tighter. Because for the first time in fifteen years, Hannah Utley spoke my name.

“Can I hug you for a while?” “A while?” My mouth pulls into a small smile.

I’ve always been Aunt Hannah to Chelsea. She’s always been my niece. It’s who we are to each other. But she’s mine, just like I’m hers.

“I know how to take care of myself,” she tells me, one hand on the door. “I know you do, Babe. But let me do some of that caring too.”

It’s not like I want him flirting with her, but I also don’t want anyone treating my girl like anything less than the fucking queen she is. Plus, it’s common fucking courtesy. Which Brandon clearly doesn’t possess.

“Smidge. Like a smidgen.” Using my free hand, I hold my thumb and pointer finger about an inch apart. “Because you’re such a little human.”

“Yeah, well, I told him he’ll owe me since he never helped me move.” Hannah snickers. “Wasn’t he a child when we were in college?”