Watch Your Mouth

𝐌𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫’𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 — 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐉𝐚𝐱𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞.

After one steamy night in Austin, I’m all too aware of the hot, broody defenseman with icy blue eyes and ink sprawling his muscular arms. He was the one my brother assigned to keep me safe — and I had far too much fun tempting 𝘩𝘪𝘮 to be the one to put me in danger.

It was just one night of tip-toeing the line, of teasing and flirting and messing around knowing nothing would ever come of it.

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐩 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐫𝐨𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟.

I can’t help but touch him. I can’t help but pray for 𝘩𝘪𝘮 to touch 𝘮𝘦. And I can’t resist the temptation to test him at every turn.

Jaxson is smart and doesn’t have a death wish. So, like a gentleman, he keeps his hands to himself… the jerk.

But the closer we get on the road and the farther we get from reality, the less those warning signs from my brother seem to deter him.

When we started this road trip, we set a boundary. We promised to keep all arms and legs safely in the friend zone.

Now, miles and miles away from all the reasons we shouldn’t, all I can hear is my heart thumping out the resounding reason we 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥.

And the way those heated blue eyes watch me, I know I’m not the only one.