Page 2 of Thirst Trap (Carter Brothers)

They were something out of a magazine, or a freakin’ movie.

They looked almost unreal.

And her hair.

It was long, black, thick, and straight, coming to a stop somewhere right above her hips.

Hips that went on for days.

She gave the perfect example of pear-shaped.

Great breasts, curvy legs and ass.

She was the epitome of pin-up model perfection.

But she looked at me like I was a new and interesting bug that she hadn’t quite figured out yet.

I hesitated in the doorway, staring at her, temporarily forgetting my parents’ warnings. However, just as I had the thought of going back inside, she turned away from me and gave me her back.

Maybe I’d imagined everything…

I didn’t imagine anything.

Not a damn thing.

The first time I talked to her was when she came into Mr. Glee’s class and took the seat right in front of me.

I had to tap her on the shoulder and ask her to move her hair when I went to take the pop quiz that Mr. Glee had handed out the moment that the tardy bell rang.

She’d moved it, but not before saying a husky, “I’m sorry.”

From that moment on, I was hooked.

I was drowning, and it was the sweetest death I’d ever experienced.

Too bad I couldn’t freeze time. Make everyone forget where we both came from.

I can’t prove this, but I swear I used to be smarter, funnier, and less tired.

—Shayne’s secret thoughts

SHAYNE

2 years later

“I’m sorry, but what?” I laughed at the joke Quinn made, thinking that I surely hadn’t heard him right.

But no, he repeated the words, and there wasn’t a hint of sarcasm in his voice.

“I think we should break up.”

I tilted my head, unsure what to say to that.

“What are you talking about, Quinn?” I asked, voice slightly hurt.

He looked down at his hands. “I joined the force today.”

My stomach dropped.

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