Naughty & Nice (Love Notes, #2)

by D.J. Jamison

I hated that he’d invaded my space with his sarcastic jokes and easy smiles, hated that his presence meant my father would never come back to me. I hated that he was so attractive I couldn’t ignore him. And I hated that he called himself my brother. But I loved his lips against mine, and all that hate crumbled like a house of cards.

But I’d keep this kiss close to my heart, and remember the few seconds I’d had him in my grasp, my beautiful, sweet, annoying-as-fuck stepbrother who’d reminded me that life was full of moments worth living.

Why can’t I forget that kiss? Forget you. Sometimes, I think I’ve made it all up in my mind, your fragile smile and wounded eyes, the clench of my heart as I tried to kiss you better. The feelings inside me, so big they couldn’t possibly be real, and yet I can’t shake them…even with distance and time.

Quinn froze with his fork in midair, and all that tension that had dissipated? It swept right back in between us.