JAXON
My dearest brother is the one who does most of the talking, but he speaks for every single one of us. Everything he says is exactly what we’re thinking.
I’ll be a liar and a douche if I say it’s going to be easy, I know it won’t. But for her, I’m willing to try. We all are.
With tears rushing from Sarah’s eyes, she tiptoes and kisses Ronan.
I mean—really kisses him.
It’s deep, with a lot of tongue. Starving. Like she hasn’t tasted him in years. And I watch with keen needy eyes.
I’m not needy because I’m jealous. Okay, maybe a little, seeing as I always go last and somehow manage to be the most impatient of all my brothers.
But mostly because it’s Ronan, and even Ronan f*****g Hawkthorne can’t mask the way his whole world tilts when Sarah’s lips meet his.
She kisses Mal
