Chapter 1
Charlotte
The front door shuts.
He’s here.
White shirt. Fitted jeans. Broad shoulders. Solid chest. Defined arms with those veins that screamI-lift-things-for-real, not for mirror selfies. Oh, and those biceps. The kind of arms that I dream of holding me on his lap with one while eating cereal with the other.
My heartaches.
But don’t look too long! Everyone will see.
I force myself not to care, eyes glued to the TV, knees hugged to my chest on the couch. However, my heart races, going full traitor-mode, thumping like it’s glad to see him again.
I’m not.
I’ve spent years trying to forgethim.
Grayson.
The name sends a jolt through me. He’s a cut that never healed right.
I curl tighter into myself.
He’s still in my peripheral, talking to my brother. Maybe he won’t recognize me. Just introduce himself and move on like other guys.
I glance over.
Like Killian.
Hot.
Or him, some friend of Brax’s I don’t even know.
Also hot.
Any of my brother’s friends would be heaven to lose my virginity to. I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. I just want a boyfriend. Someone to hold my hand. Snuggle. Love.
Brax always has girlfriends. Why’s my brother so blessed with the opposite sex?
He is handsome and suave, I guess.
Wretch.
Me, on the other hand? I wish I wasn’t a tomboy, but I am. No idea how to do make-up, how to match clothes, how to talk to boys.
Well, actually, I know how to talk to them. They just don’t respond to me the same as other girls.
Like right now, as I try to forget about Grayson being here, I ask Killian, “How’s the game?”
“Good,” he answers, not even looking my way.
Just then, some girl walks by and his gaze follows her ass. She didn’t even say one damn word.
Lucky girl.
I wish guys looked at me with lust in their eyes.
