Chapter Twelve
Mike
She had no idea how cute she was, I was sure of it. My brother’s recent antics probably didn’t help either. When she moaned from the first bite of brownie, I nearly sprung wood. It was a tiny moan, nothing anyone else heard, but it made me wonder what it sounded like when she let go. The dress, the hair, those doe eyes…all I could do to not stare at her all day.
I felt like a kid with his first crush.
Why her, I couldn’t explain, but I was hooked the first time she teased me.
Had to be the dimples. They only appeared in her cheeks when she was genuinely amused and were cute as hell. She looked so wholesome.
Not L.A. at all.
That’s really what did it, I think—she reminded me of home. We were small town kids compared to the vastness of Southern California. Both nee
