Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

It’s like I can watch the respect she has for him doubling by the second; the more he talks about protecting his cousin in the most violent ways, the more he reels her in. Maybe it is a Mounty love story for the ages. I’m absolutely fine with it.

I've been thinking about how I'm going to kill her. Every morning starts the same. My phone buzzes under my pillow where I'm

Father just sent me a new set of boning knives, maybe I'll try them out on her. I don't trust the Mounty. Even with Avery vouching for her, I can't let go of the conviction I have that she's lying to us. Fuck, we all know she's lying, but Avery is so sure that the lies are only about her childhood and the way she grew up in Mounts Bay and not about where her loyalties lie.

There's something about her that keeps surprising him and drawing him in, and if he fucking falls for her as well, I'm fucked. Arguing with Harley is bad enough. When we both arrive at the library, there's a freshman already sitting with her, making eyes

at her like she hung the fucking moon, and I immediately decide he has to die.

I might fucking loathe her but she could break him in half with one arm tied behind her back. I'd also pay to watch that, but for entirely different reasons than Harley would.

I grab the Mounty’s hand and tug her back over to my side. There’s no way I’m having her doubt me, not over this bitch. Not over anything, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life as I am about her. Whatever it takes, she’s going to be mine.

I don’t need to know all of the details to know that she’s fucking it for me. She’s

everything I want and now I have her, I’m not going to fuck this shit up.

She kisses me like she’s with me in this worship and, fuck, I’m done for. This is it. This is the only girl I’m ever going to fucking want.

She’s the ache in my chest that I can’t cure, no matter how hard I try.

When the food is ready I make for the breakfast bar, but Lips redirects me to the floor in front of the TV instead. She puts on Nightmare Before Christmas instead of the carols and then we argue for the entire movie. Let's just say one of us thinks the movie is a Halloween movie and the other person is wrong. She moans softly over every bite and I feel like I’ve fucking won something.

I kiss her like I've never kissed a girl before. I kiss her like she's the only fucking drug I'll ever need pumping through my veins, like I don't fucking care that she's going to be my downfall and that doing this is the end of everything I love and covet in my life. I kiss her like it doesn't matter that I'm betraying two of the most important and vital people in my life. I kiss her like I love her. She kisses me back like maybe she feels every last bit of that too.

“Oh my freaking God. You’re all in love with her. This isn’t just some disgusting sex thing… you want to date her. All three of you. Well, I’ll be damned.”