#Selfie (Hashtag Series Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

like the fleeting moment we shared before.
    Intimate.
    I turned my head and looked at him. He was looking up at the screen, smiling for the camera. I took just an instant to stare. His strong, square jaw, his full lips and high cheekbones. He was incredibly good looking and at the same time, incredibly maddening.
    “I thought you said this never happened,” I remarked, still watching him.
    I heard the click of the camera. I knew he’d taken his selfie.
    He tossed the phone aside and turned so our faces were mere inches apart and his dark, unreadable eyes stared into mine. “Maybe some things shouldn’t be forgotten.”
    My stomach did a flip. Beneath the comforter, my hands flexed
    “I still don’t like you,” I told him again.
    A ghost of a smile appeared on his face. “I still don’t like you either.”
    “This can never happen again,” I said, serious.
    “I’m not interested in a repeat.”
    I felt a pang of something I didn’t want to acknowledge.
    I rolled out of the bed and tried to take the comforter with me, for coverage. The jackass was lying on it and wouldn’t move.
    I dropped it. “You’re such an asshole.”
    “Yep.”
    I hurried to pull on my swimsuit cover up. It was made out of combed cotton and so comfortable. Suddenly the idea of being naked with him nauseated me.
    After I gathered up the pieces of my bikini and crept to the door, I stopped and turned. “I’m not this person… not anymore. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell anyone this happened.” Damn the emotion in my voice. I’d already given him too much. Showing him anything more was suicide.
    A wave of guilt washed over me. Guilt for so many different reasons.
    “What happens in spring break stays in spring break,” he quipped. I relaxed, realizing he probably hadn’t even been paying attention to the sound of my words. Hell, I’d been lucky he even heard them.
    I slipped out of the room, into the dark hallway.
    Braeden’s words echoed behind me.
    Funny, they didn’t make me feel any better. If anything, now I felt worse.

Chapter Five

    Braeden
    I honestly had no intention of ever touching Ivy.
    From the moment we met, she irritated me. Sometimes just looking at her made me want to run my fist through a wall.
    And that kind of emotion was dangerous. Especially for a guy like me.
    I only tolerated her because of Rimmel. Even with all of Ivy’s faults, she was loyal to my little sis, and that alone kept me in check.
    I’m not really sure what came over me.
    Fuck.
    That’s a lie.
    I know exactly what came over me. I couldn’t ignore the way she wrapped herself around me. The way she fit in my arms like she belonged. I had every intention of tossing her on her shapely ass the second we hit the deck.
    But there was no one.
    No one between us in that moment. No Romeo, Rimmel, or Missy. No sarcastic jokes hanging in the air. The irritation I always felt seemed distant, and undeniable desire was front and center.
    There wasn’t even the sun, the bright light of day to shine some sort of barrier between us. The dark saw it all. The dark knew the truth.
    The breeze off the ocean whispered and taunted. It stripped us both bare.
    Lies only work if the person you tell them to believes them. When Ivy looked up at me, I saw the truth. I saw neither one of us believed the lies we were telling.
    So I kissed her.
    I slammed her up against the house and stroked my tongue deep inside her.
    I didn’t stop.
    I couldn’t.
    We went at each other like we always had: full throttle. Except this time, it wasn’t with hate. It was with fucking desire.
    I stared at the door for a long time after she slipped out.
    This was good.
    This needed to happen.
    Now that it was out of our systems, we could go back to barely veiled contempt, and no one would ever have to know.
    I rolled to the side and tucked an arm beneath the pillow and my head. My gaze landed on the extra, unopened condom I’d thrown beside us on the mattress.
    In the heat of