Break Me (Brayshaw, #5)

by Meagan Brandy

“What sign are you?” “Sign?” “Your zodiac sign.” He frowns. “Pisces ” A grin pulls at my lips and I look away. “Now it all makes sense.”

“What’s yours?” “My what?” “Your zodiac whatever.” His eyes flick up to mine. “You asked me mine. What’s yours?” I grin, probably a little too wide. “I’m a Cancer.” He nods, but doesn’t comment again,

Screw your little Pisces complex.