Discarded Girlfriend, Claimed By His Cousin

against my ribs, a frantic butterfly trapped in a cage. He said that. The stoic, untouchable Graham Odonnell

ck. I tried to push back against his chest, a f

releasing me, he leaned in, his lips brushing my earlobe, sending shivers dow

Kasey were walking back towards the car, their figures

. I scrambled away, pressing myself against the far door, trying to look as innocent and

felt swollen, bruised, a silent testament to what had just happen

wide-eyed and flushed. My lipstick was a smudged mess, smeared across my chin. And

lasses, his face completely composed. "My lips," I mou

on returning to its usual detached professionalism. But a muscle in his jaw

she's such a heavy sleeper, isn't she, Brendan?" She giggled, then sniffed the air, her nose twitching. "Hmm, what's that smell?

n hotter. I immediately turned my head, pressing my cheek aga

nt of two boisterous people returning from a loud bathroom break, Kasey. Would you mind not bein

am. Didn't mean to wake you." He glanced

? Your face is a little flushed. Are you getting a f

uffled. "Just warm in here, Brendan. The sun." My exc

imperceptible curve of his lips. A silent, knowing smirk. He had se

ey started chattering again, her voice a distant drone. I didn't listen. My mind was a whirlwind of sensati

bodies pressed together, the dizzying rush of his kiss. "I'll make sure you'

propriety, the rules of my own carefully constructed life. And I felt... nothing but a

social power, commanded a respect that the Britts, with their flashier, newer wealth, constantly strived to emulate. Brendan might be a real estate heir, b