Sin Bin (D.C. Stars, #5)

by Chelsea Curto

My tongue is heavy in my mouth. My palms are sweaty. It feels like my first day existing on this fucking planet, like the sight of her is a punch to my gut, and I have to remind myself to breathe.

Brody isn’t broody at all. He’s fucking magnificent.

“What else do you want, baby? The moon? I’ll bring it out of the fucking sky for you.”