S’more Than a Feeling by Marika Ray

I think I just slept with Mr. Perfect. Too bad he turned out to be my brother’s best friend.
The tattooed stranger rode a motorcycle while helping me collect stray cats. My boots gave me blisters and he carried me on his back. I needed help and he didn’t ask questions before assisting me. Could there be a more perfect man? It just made sense to lick him and claim him as mine right then and there.
I probably should have asked him more questions before we slept together.
Like, what’s your last name? Where’ve you been living before moving here to my hometown? Is my older brother your best friend?