*Eden and Dylan
*Brother's Best Friend Romance
What were her parents thinking letting Eden out of the house looking like that? She might not have any idea what kind of thoughts a guy had when a hot girl dressed in short skirts and thigh-high boots, but I did.
Oh, man, did I.
I about had to scrape my jaw off the pavement when I first saw her walking out of her house, she looked that good. Don’t get me wrong, Eden’s always been pretty. Gorgeous. Adorable. And so tiny, you wanted to put her in your pocket and take her home. But today she looked like a goddess.
I nestled my head on his broad chest, deciding it was a lovely place to be, even better than my bed. Maybe I should stay right there instead.
Dylan's outraged reaction to the way I dressed, showing off more skin than I ever had before, was because he cared about me. He respected me.
He did it. Before I could finish the word, his lips were on mine. At first, I was too stunned to register what was happening, but this was no school yard peck on the lips. No. Dylan kissed me and by the time I caught up, he was still there. His warm lips moving against mine. And it was-everything.
Had I been attracted to Eden for a long time? Sure. But this? These freaking feelings? No. That was all new. Or at least I thought they were. I'd wondered, though, I hadn't just been deluding myself.
DYLAN: "You make a beautiful maid of honor, Ed, but I think you'd make an even more beautiful bride. My bride. I've loved you as long as I can remember, Eden. Will you please, finally be mine forever? Will you marry me?"
EDEN: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"