The Fiction Between Us (Honeywood, #2)

by Julie Olivia

That’s what bothers me the most. Landon acts like nothing ever happened. Like my diary was never found. Like his friends weren’t the people who reminded me of it all the time.

could also spend more time with her. Good Lord, I’m hopeless.

He’d get up for water and come back, but I’d be so engrossed in my book that I wouldn’t realize he was sitting next to me, reading along, until he suddenly said, “Wait, don’t turn the page yet,” only to follow a minute later with, “Okay, I’m ready.”

Landon inhales slowly. “I said that if he does that again, I’ll break his fingers.” “You said what?!” I hiss. I hear him chuckle, and when I look up, Landon’s eyebrows are raised, and he has a lopsided smile and one lone dimple peering down at me. “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.”

“What the hell are you doing?” she finally asks. “Something I should have done a long time ago.” Then, I cup her jaw in my hands, bend down, and kiss the ever-loving hell out of her.

He pauses, swallows, then says, “You are my undoing, Quinn Sauer.”

“You are the best annoyance,” I say. He chuckles, low and husky and warm. “And you are my favorite misery.”

“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.”

“Of course I want you. It’s always been you.”

“Quinn,” I say, “you will always be my queen. And don’t ever think you’re anything less.”