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June.“JUNE MONTGOMERY! YOU BETTER HAUL YOUR ASS OUT OF BED BEFORE I MAKE JULIAN DO IT.”That was my mother’s voice piercing through the house like a frickin’ banshee. Calling Julian to wake me up? Hell, he could not even touch me with a ten foot pole if he needed that to stay alive.However, my mother did not give a rat ass what twin rivalry we had. She would make him do it.With what little strength I had, I rolled out of bed like a drunk mole and trudged towards the bathroom. I couldn’t believe it was another Monday morning to deal with that asshole – Knox Ashford.Five more days of school. Five more days of having to deal with him. Ever since he transferred to DoveTales High, he had never failed to be consistent in making my life a living nightmare.I bet he could top the class if he spent that energy buried in his homework.See, before that jerk, my mornings were blissful. I used to leap out of bed with so much life such that being late felt like an unpardonable crime against m

June.I hesitated but he reached down and brushed my lower lip with my thumb. “Open for me, Junie.”I hated the way my lips fell open almost before I could think. I hated that I'd begun to pant with a sick anticipation out of nowhere.This was Knox. The same Knox who had spent months making my life hell with smirks and taunts. The same one whose friend had broken my glasses and I’d reported to the nurse.And yet here I was on my knees, pulse racing for an entirely different reason.The sight made my stomach flip with nerves. He was thick and heavy and hard. And…beautiful. The sheer size stole what little air I had left. He stepped closer and the blunt head brushed my lower lip.“Wider,” he murmured.Part of me wanted to run, but another part felt a shameful heat bloom low in my belly. Undeniably, the sight sent a pulse straight between my thighs.The first slide of him against my tongue was shocking. Like throbbing hot, velvet-smooth skin over rigid heat. He tasted faintly of salt a

Knox.The bass of the music thumped loud against the floorboards of our estate, matching the irritation in my temple. It was the return of the King, or so my mother acted.Reid was back. My golden-boy older brother was home for the summer after three years of “finding himself” or whatever useless endeavour he’d been up to in Europe.Everyone was fawning over him. The neighbors, the extended family, even the girls I used to toy with now orbited around him like he was the freaking sun.When he was done saying his pleasantries and cracking useless jokes, his eyes found mine and he started to head toward me.He clapped a hand on my shoulder. “You look tense, little brother.” He looked tan, fit, and annoyingly relaxed. He held a drink in one hand and offered me a grin that used to make me look up at him.Now, it just made me want to punch his perfect teeth in.“Just thrilled you’re home,” I lied, swirling the drink in my glass.His grin faded slightly and his eyes scanned the crowd. “Is sh