Sinful Romance

wasn’t surprising that the gym was so sparsely filled though since most people preferred partying and going out on Friday and Saturday nights rather than exercising. But they’d all be back on Sunday or Monday, she knew, vowing to work off their overindulgences

Then I’d be more pissed about having the crappy habit in the first place. You’re paying to give yourself lung cancer? I thought accountants were smarter than that.

Trevor tried to ignore the standing IVs, heart monitor, and other gadgets attached to his childhood buddy like long feelers of robotic insects.

Lil needed to be treated gently, worshipped tenderly, even if it was for only one night.

He crouched down in front of her, taking her hands in his. They were callused from hours of lifting weights. Strong, solid, dependable hands.

Strong, solid, dependable hands. It felt good, and that bothered her. She had long ago accepted that he only thought of her as a sister, and he had always been like a big brother to her.

She was getting all wrapped up in a charade her subconscious had craved for so many years and was ultimately forcing her to believe it was now her reality—that she had finally found the man of her dreams.

Something lost and lonely called out to her without words or actions, but could still be felt.

but Lil’s hold on him was too strong. Not her physical hold, but the mental hold she had on his heart and soul.

I am not going to start bawling