Naughty & Nice (Love Notes, #2)

by D.J. Jamison

I used to pride myself on being some pretty boy’s naughty sexcapade, but Quinn wasn’t just any pretty boy. I’d been carrying a torch for him for years. Dozens of letters to him were bundled in my duffel bag, just in the next room, full of words of longing and frustration. Why couldn’t I forget him and move on? I thought I was hung up on his rejection or was just a pushover for guys in need. I thought we’d never meet again. Now, as he moaned under me, rubbing his body against mine, I realized something I’d never fully admitted to myself before. I was in love with Quinn. For two years, our families had lived together. For two years, I’d dedicated myself to drawing him out of his sad shell. I provoked him, teased him, tried to make him laugh. Somewhere along the way, Quinn became my whole world. And when I kissed him under that Christmas tree, it all came crashing down. The secret hopes and affections I’d been harboring led to rejection, awkward tension, more pain. For both of us.