The Gentleman’s Guide to Getting Lucky (Montague Siblings, #1.5)

by Mackenzi Lee

“And it’s not the most romantic place—I stepped on a cockroach this morning when I got out of bed; did I tell you that?” “I know, I heard you scream. The pitch was remarkable.”

Be strong! I command myself. Odysseus resisted the Sirens! Did he? I don’t remember. I slept through most of my literature lessons at Eton. But I am almost positive none of his Sirens had an ass that fantastic.

From beyond the waves, I can hear Percy laugh as he swims out to Ebrahim and Georgie. The sound makes me feel like sunshine. Very sexually frustrated and half-hard sunshine.

It feels like a stage kiss, two passionless actors, and poor, darling Percy who expected me to take him by the hand and lead him into this garden of earthly delights is instead left stumbling blind and alone in the dark, knocking over furniture and smashing into walls.

“And maybe we can’t make it work. But maybe that doesn’t matter because we’re tough and we’re stupid and we’re going to try anyway.”

I would teach my body to regrow my heart each time I gave it to him, over and over and over again. Heart after heart after heart—every one of them his.