Three Bells, Two Bows and One Brother's Best Friend (Holiday Brothers, #2)

by Willa Nash

Now she was fucking mine.

“Okay.” She shifted, standing from the couch. “When . . . never mind.” “Say it.” “When will I see you again?” I ran my fingers over her cheek. “Was that so hard to ask?” “I don’t want you to think I’m clingy.” “But you are clingy.” She frowned and a cute little crease formed between her eyebrows. “No, I’m not.” “It’s not an insult, baby. I know you. Like you know me. I like that you want to plan when we’ll see each other again. I like that you’re trying to be chill about this, but Stella, I’m not chill about this. So you don’t need to be either.”

“All of your midnight kisses are mine. New Year’s Eve or not. You’re mine.”

“How’s the jaw?” Heath shrugged. “Stella kissed it better.”