Prologue
"You disgust me!" I shrieked petulantly, glaring at him as I shoved him away. "I never want to see you again." What he'd done had shattered the remaining few fragments of the abysmal wreck that was my heart. He'd stolen my heart, trampled on it, then tossed it back like it was nothing. Like I meant nothing. And judging by his behavior, I clearly didn't mean anything to him.
I turned away as crystal tears spilled over my heavy eyelids, bubbles of unbroken glass that betrayed my faux reticent front. He was a jerk, nothing more, nothing less. He didn't even deserve my tears.
"Well tough luck, sister," he smirked, knowing how much I hated that cruel word. Sister. That was all I could ever be to him. "You're stuck with me." Once a jerk, always a jerk.
His grin faded as he caught sight of my recalcitrant tears, and his eyes softened into rich caramel, melting me to butter at the shared intensity of love and lust. Irrational love and lust.
He should feel guilty, I thought furiously, wrestling for control over my tumultuous feelings. It was a conundrum how I could still feel such a tenacious tug to him, so strong it couldn't possibly be stymied. Believe me, I've tried. Everything logical in this world had tried: he was my soon-to-be-brother, my best-friend's boyfriend, and did I mention, a huge jerk?
"Cece," he said, cupping my face so gently it could have been an angel's touch. I shivered at the contact, butterflies soaring within me.
"Go away," my voice hitched as more tears threatened to burst from deep within the dams of my broken heart. "I don't want to talk."
He gently smoothed my tears away with his velvet touch, sending electric jolts down my spine that protested against the cogent thoughts of the immorality of the situation. He slipped his familiar arms around my waist, pulling me so close that not an inch of air existed between us. "Then don't." To demonstrate, he kissed me.
We were melded together by electric I'd never felt, his skin burning as he brushed against me. His lips were damp silk on mine, and his hands traced invisible constellations on my back. I indulged in his masculine presence, everything forgotten. He emitted a sigh, a rumble that tickled my toes, and I swallowed it in delight, as we moved together in a passionate, elaborate dance that only we knew.
He tasted like coffee, sunshine, rain, everything good in this world that I couldn't have; sweet forbidden toxin. And I was intoxicated by the mystique it brought with it. I wanted this. No, I needed this.
He moaned, his voice like lullabies from the music chambers of the heavens, and came up for air, rubbing gentle circles on my back absent-mindedly. Then he proceeded to leave a trail of chaste kisses along my neck, freeing my lips momentarily. Gosh, he was perfect. How could something so wrong feel so right? He satisfied me, completed me. I fit in his arms, I knew every vein that ran through his body. But he was my brother, and my best-friend's boyfriend, Logan.
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