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He looks like a sacrifice to the sex gods.
I can’t speak. I’m too distracted by her soft Barbie blonde hair. Overwhelmed by how much I’ve missed her. Humbled by how unbelievably screwed I am.
And I say the only thing that makes sense in my mind at that very moment. “Anything for you, My Queen.”
That was all it took for me to fall desperately in love with my best friend’s twin brother.
My sister’s best friend has held my heart for far too long.
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.”
She and Bennett have been best friends since elementary school.
Landon is a mouthwatering heartthrob in every sense of the word.
said that a queen deserves respect.” He leans closer, raspy breath tickling my ear as he finishes, “And respect you will receive, Your Majesty.”
“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.”
We walk toward each other, two souls attracted like magnets, and we stop once we’re toe to toe.
Then, I cup her jaw in my hands, bend down, and kiss the ever-loving hell out of her.
“Yeah,” he says with a slow nod. “You make me panic. How are you surprised? I’m a mess for you.”
“You …” His mouth lowers until it’s hovering over mine. “If only you knew how much you drive me insane.”
He whispers into my ear, strained and gritty, “I would do anything for you, if you’d let me.”
“You are my undoing, Quinn Sauer.”
“But the funny thing about depression, which isn’t actually funny at all, is that it sneaks up on you when you least expect it.
“You are the best annoyance,” I say. He chuckles, low and husky and warm. “And you are my favorite misery.”
“The quesadilla crew,” Theo says. “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.”
Just me, Landon, and our very real slice of happily ever after.
