Catching Carly

My name is Carly Porter... And I’m really good at bad decisions. How do I know this, exactly? Well, not including the time I accidentally bleached my eyebrows or sprained my ankle changing a lightbulb... I had sex with my best friend’s brother. Zeke Elliott has been a thorn in my side for eleven years. A very sexy, very tempting, very freaking annoying one. With big...hands. And now my clitoris has a crush on the guy. Seriously. I can’t look at him without my vagina performing accidental kegels. Which would be fine, but he’s Cain’s brother. I hate him. He’s off limits, right? Right.