One Week With You (London Lovers #1)

by J.R. Jenner

It didn’t help that I knew what she tasted like, how incredible her body felt beneath my hands. Which was why I was in this mess in the first place.

Loneliness hit harder when it felt like the world was asleep.

“I never lose,” he said gruffly, and somehow I knew he wasn’t talking about snow.

“Ever since I saw you wearing those heels, I’ve dreamed about tying your wrists with red silk.

“Take me to bed,” she whispered desperately. “Take me to bed right now.” I would’ve taken her to the moon if she’d asked.

I wasn’t in the least bit sorry, but I was British. We apologised for everything.

I thought this was a Canadian thing?

“I am with you for real. This hasn’t been pretend. I need you to know that. How I feel about you, how you make me feel, is the most honest I’ve ever been. I love you.”

“The truth is, your name didn’t just pop into my head. Your name is a constant. There is never a day I don’t think about you in some way. Wondering where you are, what you’re doing, who you’re with. If you’re happy, even if it was another man making you smile. You were – you are – always on my mind. Always, Talia.”

She was the sun and they were all sunflowers reaching out in her direction.