Harlee Belle wore a black dress that hugged her figure in all the right places. The neckline I had learned from my mother and sister was called a sweetheart neckline.
The fabric caught the light just right, shimmering.
Her long, blonde hair was curled in soft waves down her back, with one side pinned back.
The makeup she had on was soft and supple, enhancing her features, and thankfully, not taking away from them. Something I fucking loved.
“Fucking gorgeous,” I whispered.
Everyone was talking to Harlee, so thankfully, no one heard me.
I watched as her eyes shifted to the side, glancing at me, and like I always did, I winked at her, just to see that soft smile form on her face.
Then, at the sound of heels once again, it took all I had to tear my eyes from Harlee and look at Talia as she came walking down the hallway.
She had chosen a soft purple dress, and the color, along with her mahogany locks, looked beautiful.
Harlee had moved by that time and was standing at my side, which was why I leaned down and whispered, “Anyone gets fresh with you, tell them I’ll kick their ass.” I told her.
She looked up at me, smiled, and winked.
I shook my head, then did something I’ve been dying to do, but not really knowing it, bent my neck, and pressed a kiss atop her hair.
Lingering there for just a moment, inhaling a scent of strawberries and vanilla.
“Okay, okay, I love all of you, but time’s a wastin’,” Talia said as she wrapped her arm through Harlee’s.
I let out a breath as I realized that I didn’t have to beat the brakes off of anyone because they were each other’s date.
And I realized as I stood there leaning on the front porch railing as I watchedherclimb into the back of Garrick’s fully restored matte black 1967 Dodge Charger, there would never be another woman for me.
But she would never be mine.
Because I sure as shit didn’t deserve her.
Harlee
Must not fall for best friend’s older brother.
Must not fall for best friend’s older brother.
I repeated that statement in my head for the next six freaking long as hell years.
But no matter what I told myself, it just didn’t work.
Adding ‘with all due respect’ to a statement with zero respect.
– Carter’s Secret Thoughts.
Chapter 1
Carter
Curmudgeon Text Thread
Ethan – SOS
Me – Fuck. Me. What?
