Pen & Passion
“I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m drowning in them. Joaquin with his walls, Javier with his fire—I can’t catch my breath.”
Jessy tugged me forward until my forehead rested on her shoulder. She smelled like tea and vanilla lotion, grounding and safe. “Then stay here. No brothers. No contracts. Just you. You don’t have to figure this out in one night, Haven.”
The sob caught me off guard, muffled against her hoodie. “Thank you.”
“Always,” she whispered. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she added, “Also, for the record, you’ve got both Greyson brothers wrapped around your finger. That’s peak romance-novel heroine energy, babe.”
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