Twisted Love: A Brother's Best Friend Romance

Alex…”

“Yes, Sunshine?” He ran a gentle hand through my hair.

“Kiss me.”

Most people thought the biggest sacrifice they could make was to die for something. They were wrong. The biggest sacrifice someone could make was to live for something—to allow it to consume you and turn you into a version of yourself you didn’t recognize.

So we’re coming back for Thanksgiving next year, right?”

Alex sighed. “Maybe.”

In other words, yes.

I beamed. “Maybe we could come up early and go apple pick—”

“Don’t push your luck.”

Fair enough. We’d go apple picking the year after next. Seven hundred-odd days should be enough time to convince him

I’d much rather be eating her out on our bed than eating takeout at my desk

I never claimed to be Prince Charming, and my love isn’t a fairy tale type of love. I’m a fucked-up person with fucked-up morals. I won’t write you poems or serenade you beneath the moonlight. But you are the only woman I have eyes for. Your enemies are my enemies, your friends are my friends, and if you wanted, I would burn down the world for you.”

“The hell you will,” he snarled. “I’ll kill any man that touches you.”

I didn’t think I had a heart before I met her, but she proved I did—it lay in pieces at her feet

She was mine…but I let her go

It’s a simple equation, Sunshine. If you’re in New York, I’m in New York.”

Are we friends with benefits? Dating? Exclusive or non-exclusive?”

Alex gripped my chin and brought my gaze to his. “What did I tell you? You’re mine, Sunshine. You’re never touching another man unless you want him six feet in the ground. So yes, we’re fucking exclusive.”