Caught Stealing (Leighton U, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

But hey, what doesn’t kill you just gives you seriously fucked-up coping mechanisms and one massive self-destruct button.

None of it feels right because he’s not the person I want to be kissing. Because he’s not his best friend.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispers harshly while tightening his hold on my hip. “You’re not ending this now. I’m not fucking done with you.” Then he crashes his mouth back to mine, and I drown all over again.

I’m going to Hell for this. But fuck, the road to Hell has never tasted so sweet.