Resting Witch Face (Stay a Spell, #5)

by Juliette Cross

Obsessed, stupefied, besotted. None of them quite measured up to the truth, to the emotion that had wrapped an iron fist around my heart at the sight of her tonight. I wasn’t sure there had been a word yet created that could define what I felt for Juliana. The worst part of all is she had no idea.

We weren’t together. You’d broken up with me. But I’d never broken up with you.”