Craving The Wrong Brother
Elysian Sparrowis he still in love with his ex girlfriendafter leaving with a broken heart, the ceo fiancé weptmy fiance's betrayalhe finally regrets it after seeing me marry another
I’m not ready to love anyone else the way I love him.
“You let me worry about your vagina,” he says, “since it’s mine.”
“Fuck off, Knox.”
“How about eight kids?”
“Two.”
“Six.”
“Two.”
“Don’t you ever compromise?”
“This is me compromising.”
He’s smiling again, and before I can come up with another smart response, he leans in and kisses me. It’s not soft. It’s not sweet. It’s intense. His hand comes up behind my neck, guiding my face to his. Our mouths fit together like they always do—perfectly, hungrily—and I lose track of everything until I hear someone clear their throat. The tattoo artist. Still pretending the wall is fascinating.