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The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

River I’ve spent most of my life in loneliness as a teenager– in the sense of never having a boyfriend. I’d watch my friends enjoy hugs from behind, stolen kisses, saying I love you, gifts, flowers, etcetera. I never had the pleasure of having a fling, flirted with, cuddles, courtship, romance, or a connection with the opposite sex. No, I was a lonely girl with a best friend who pretty much–taco blocked me from the boys at school.

"'Jane Eyre'? Really? Isn't this, like, some sappy romance?" "It's a gothic romance, which means there's mystery woven in. Read it." She grinned at me, stepping closer. "So does this mean I can give you homework, too?" "I guess," my pulse shot up as she got closer, "if you're nice to me." "I can be nice." "Yeah?" "Yeah." She lifted my chin for a kiss, and as our lips made contact I totally forgot I was still holding the book, which tumbled out of my hand onto the floor.

It’s true she does. My bestie is hankering for a romance novel type of love. Boy meets girl, sparks fly and they live happily ever after. That is not real life, I have reminded her on several occasions. And I have also pointed out that she is still only early twenties, what is the rush?

"Is this your boyfriend?" "No," I said too quickly. Jonah, still holding me, muttered under his breath. "Hoping to be." I shot him a sharp glare. Victoria's eyes sparkled at the tension. "Adorable." She turned with a little smirk and tugged Cassian's arm. "Come darling, let's check the antique bookseller." Cassian didn't say another word. He let himself be led away, the leash snapping taut ass the Dalmatian bounded ahead.

“You won’t believe the fun I just had!” Gabrielle lifted herself on one elbow, intrigued. “Where have you been?” she asked, trying to hide her curiosity. Emma grinned and flopped onto her bed carefree. “Oh, just hanging out in my boyfriend’s room!” Her relaxed tone sent Gabrielle’s mind racing with judgment. To Gabrielle, romance seemed like an unfamiliar territory filled with potential problems she had only read about in stories. “Your boyfriend? So what was so fun about being in Brad’s room?” Gabrielle asked while biting her lip in thought.

The man was a billionaire and could pay for anything he wanted as long as he could get it. I moved close to the books and tried reading some of their titles. They were mostly novels, and a little gasp fled my lips when I saw my favorite dark romance series, sitting on the shelf. The Ryan Rule by Sadie Kincaid. I loved the four books of that series so much, and although I’ve read them all, I wouldn’t mind re-reading them again. I didn’t have the money to purchase the books so I borrowed from a schoolmate. But now they were here.

“Shouldn’t come in? Shouldn’t tell you how fucking hard it is to keep my hands off you? You kissed me back, Malia so don’t bother pretending.” “That was…” she stammered, hugging the book against her chest like it was armor. “That was a mistake.” I smirked, climbing onto the edge of her bed, ignoring the way she shrank back against the headboard. “Funny. It didn’t feel like a mistake, it felt like you finally stopped lying to yourself.” Her chest rose and fell too fast. I could see it in her eyes, panic tangled with want. “You’re making this harder than it has to be.”

he asked, his silver eyes searching my face with concern. “I’m fine,” I lied, even though I was very much not fine. Because the truth was, while Kael’s kiss was nice and sweet and everything a kiss should be, it didn’t make me feel the way Nathan’s kiss had. There was no fire burning through my veins, no desperate aching need that made me want to rip his clothes off. It was pleasant but not consuming, he was supposed to be my mate, it should be intense with keal not Nathan. And that realization made me feel horrible because I cared about Kael, I really did.