Forced Proximity (Bluebell House Duet, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

Right. Because it was easy to forget six and half feet of asshole, who looked like a Greek god, with the personality of a garden gnome.

What was going on with me and Ethan? He wasn’t even remotely trying to hide his attraction, and neither of us had addressed the age gap or somewhat taboo nature of our roles within Meadowridge. I really, really needed to have a serious chat with him before I slipped and fell onto his dick.

Fuck the rules. He wasn’t that much older than me anyway. Maybe four or five years? That was my guess, and that hardly constituted it as an “age gap” by romance book standards.

Storms are my new favorite weather event. I hope it storms every night forever.” Every night. Forever.

Andrew might think this was a short-term assignment, but I knew better. She was ours now. For good.