Page 95 of Seven Lost Summers
There are two of them. Double the sin. Double the distraction. Double the fucking problem.
How the hell is anyone supposed to stay sane around that?
I tip back the rest of my coffee. I need to get out of here before I do something stupid. Before I forget what the hell I’m here for and start acting out every filthy fantasy still echoing in my head.
I drag the back of my hand across my mouth, as if that’ll erase the drool I’m half afraid is actually there. Then I push back from the stool, legs too shaky, pulse still racing.
“I might jump in the shower,” I say, trying for casual as I circle the counter, pretending I don’t feel both of their eyes on me.
I make a quick stop at the dishwasher, drop in my cup, and shut it harder than I mean to.
If I don’t put some distance between me and those two, I’m going to combust.
Bad fucking idea.
Because the second I move closer, the heat pouring off them slams into me like a wave. The scent wrecks me. Lust claws beneath my skin as if it owns me. My body aches to be touched. To be handled. To be fucked until I forget why this is wrong.
I need to keep my focus. Prove to Kit that I’m not some starry-eyed idiot who can’t handle herself around a couple of rockstars. I’m here to work. To be professional. Not to drool over abs and tattoos. I have to prove I can do this, because girls like me don’t get second chances.
I’ve seen the women who usually surround them.
Tall. Confident. The kind who glide into a room like they own it. Women who wear sex like perfume and don’t flinch under the weight of attention. The kind who belong in the spotlight.
Me… I’m none of that.
I blend in. Fade out.
Overthink every damn word before I say it. I’m the girl in the shadows. The one who keeps her head down and her guard up, hoping no one notices how badly she wants to be wanted.
“Towels are in the bathroom cupboard,” Nate calls after me, voice smooth, relaxed, completely unaware that I’m two seconds from falling apart. “Grab whichever you want, Quinn.”
Theo says my name next.
Not loud. Enough to claim it.
I freeze. My lungs forget how to work.
Slowly, I turn.
And there they are.
Side by side at the counter. Watching me.
They’re nothing alike.
Opposites in every way. Night and day. Smoke and sunlight. But together, they’re lethal.
Nate, the angel on my shoulder—heat and comfort, tempting me to play it safe.
Theo, the devil on the other, staring through me as if he already knows the exact way I’ll break.
Every glance they throw me drips with a challenge I’m not sure I can survive.
Be my good girl, Q.
No. Be my bad girl, Quinn.
And I’m stuck in the middle, wanting both. Caught between heaven and hell, already half in love with the burn.
