Roman

Honey was perfect.

So fucking perfect.

I theorized that Honey was the girl for us, but seeing her kiss Enzo solidified it for me. He was gentle with her. Tender with how he touched her. I enjoyed seeing how she fawned at it. Melted into his hands.

After our date, I’d gotten a taste of how receptive she was. Eager to please and eager to learn. I knew how her lips tasted and how her body felt against mine. Watching her kiss my brother was like ...