“It’s nice to meet you, Vivian,” Jeremy said smoothly as he stretched out his hand to my mom. His voice was calm, deep, and polite. Almost too polite.
My mom smiled as she shook his hand. “Dios mío, you’re even more handsome in person than the pictures I’ve seen.” she joked.
He chuckled lightly, and my stomach twisted. He really was pretending. Pretending like he hadn’t had his head buried between my thighs, pretending like he hadn’t kissed me until I forgot how to breathe, pretending like he hadn’t been inside me, deep and slow and—
“Jeremy,” my mom continued, still smiling, “Please take care of Bella, okay? She’s your little sister now.”
I rolled my eyes so hard I swear I saw my brain. Little sister? If only she knew.
Jeremy’s eyes flicked to mine for half a second, and then he step
