Took long enough,” she called out, not wanting to admit how the sight of him made her throat hitch, how the man was so gorgeous she lost her mind. “I thought you drowned in the mirror from staring into your reflection too long.

Lilah elbowed her in the side. “Better wipe your mouth, you’re drooling.” Roxie lifted her middle finger. “I’m showing my support.” Lilah waggled her brows. “I bet she wouldn’t mind you supporting her all the way to the bedroom.

When it came to Mel, she just wanted.

Roxie pasted a smile on her face, but inside, she yearned like she stood in a field staring at the distant stars above—longing, longing, longing.

It was just the golden sunlight, ink-stain asphalt and the woman he’d always wished was his.

Sierra couldn’t afford complications, not in her position, but the way he flirted with her and teased had amped her touch hunger to a deafening roar.

Better to leave with good memories than have the last ones be the embarrassing, smoking ruin of what once had been a fantastic friendship.

Because one look into his eyes, and she was drowning in what existed there and didn’t want to surface.

She made him yearn for a future his kind could never have, and a connection he sure as hell didn’t deserve.