Claimed By My Best Friend’s Daddy
Rhys: Did you like the rose, sunshine?
My breath caught. Heat bloomed low in my belly, instant and I bit my lip, thumbs hovering over the screen for a second before I typed back.
Me: It was beautiful, and dangerous. You know Mirabel almost made me confess right there.
Three dots appeared, then disappeared, then appeared again.
Rhys: Really? I wanted you thinking about me all day. Did the bookmark make you smile?
I leaned my forehead against a shelf for a moment, cheeks warming.
Me: Yes. Too much. “The girl who reads her way out of every cage.” You’re being bold, Mr. Connell. Delivering gifts to campus like that.