Caught Stealing (Leighton U, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

A night spent drunk and desperate to escape reality is a toxic combination: a fact proven in this very house last year when I made the single greatest mistake of my life. Sleeping with Holden Sykes.

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

He’s any gay man’s wet dream. So why does my attention keep getting snagged by Phoenix across the bar?

“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.

Holden: I haven’t stopped thinking about you.

“I might be a slut, but I respect boundaries.