The Fiction Between Us (Honeywood, #2)

by Julie Olivia

“I’m kidding,” he says. “I said that a queen deserves respect.” He leans closer, raspy breath tickling my ear as he finishes, “And respect you will receive, Your Majesty.”

“Yeah. I thought you were cool. But that isn’t news, is it?” I pause. “You thought I was cool?” He chuckles. “Yeah, Barb. The coolest.”

Landon Arden thought pink-braces girl was cool.

“Might be easier to forgive you if you got on your knees.” His eyebrows rise. I thought he’d laugh with me, but he doesn’t. “Quinn,” he says, his tone raspy and low, “if you want me on my knees, I can get on my knees.” My face burns. My heart stammers. I quickly jerk my head away. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“My lucky underwear?” he asks. “Not so much now, is it?” After a moment of staring off, he finally shrugs. “Nah,” he says. “I think they’re still lucky. I’m hanging out with you, aren’t I?”

“He’s a mess for you, you know,” Lorelei says. “A garbage bin of love.” “A trash bag full of smiles.” “A dumpster fire of feelings.”