Bourbon & Secrets (The Bourbon Boys, #2)

by Victoria Wilder

There are a thousand reasons why walking away is the logical choice. But I’ve done logical and expected, cavalier and thankless. Right now, I just want her. Fuck it.

Jesus, what is it about a man like that in glasses?

“You’re starting to feel like mine.”

I like me more when I’m around you. So let me be around you, Peach. And we figure it out as we go along. Lean into what feels right.” She lets me run my nose along her cheek, and I can feel her smile when she whispers, “I like me when I’m around you too.” Kissing my cheek, she moves to pull away. But I’m not ready to let her go.