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402 pages, ebook
First published June 15, 2014
Liam Wilder knew who I was. He knew me enough to recognize me at a party… and tomorrow he would be my coach. Oh god. I just almost sniffed his shirt and then asked him if he’d show me his tattoos. I’m in major trouble.
“I’m not afraid of a little competition, Kinsley. I play to win.”Consequences be damned.
There was no trading up. I’d scored Liam Wilder.
"In the big picture of life, Liam was a dot on the timeline, yet he was capable of wiping away everything that could have come after him."
If only we actually were in Harry Potter.I’d totally Crucio her ass.Yeah, that’s right, I’d use one of the Unforgivable Curses.Come at me,Ministry of Magic.
Can I say I’m a reformed bad boy without sounding like a tool?
“She believed she could, so she did."
“Liam was it. He was the person at the end of the day who made me laugh the loudest and swoon the longest...There was no trading up. I’d scored Liam Wilder.”
She believed she could, so she did![]()
“He’s my coach. My off-limits coach. He’s like chocolate, and I’m like pickles. They shouldn’t be mixed...
Unless...chocolate-covered pickles? No.”
"You're acting like a child," he hissed, his grey eyes flashing darker than usual.
I leaned in close and narrowed my eyes. "Funny. When you were on top of me on Saturday you didn't think I was a child."![]()
He shook her hand, and I thought I saw a little blush across his tan cheeks. "Hello, Mrs. Bryant."
"My daughter has talked my ear off about you for the past few weeks now," she admitted, and then I was the one with flushed cheeks.
Liam's cool gaze slide toward me.
"She's exaggerating, I hardly mention you at all," I winked.
Liam glanced back to my mom wearing a cheeky half-smile. "That's not surprising to hear. Your daughter is definitely in love with me, Mrs. Bryant. She hasn't told me yet, but she will soon."
*THUMP* whats that? My heart falling from chest because cuteness overload.![]()
The moment Becca spoke, Liam's hand retracted from my back as if he was awakening to the fact that he was touching me almost inappropriately. Oh, it was inappropriate. His hand had been resting just two inches above my shorts. Which is above five inches above my vagina. So... yeah, he was basically touching my vagina.
I ran over to open my bathroom door and shouted for Emily. "Em, are you sure you don't want to come with us? We can put together a cute costume really quick!" I knew the answer would be no. She'd told us yesterday when we invited her to go shopping that she was going to stay in and Skype with her boyfriend. We had, of course, made fun of her for having Skype sex, and she blushed for an hour straight. Seriously, it was too easy.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Call me if you guys need a ride or anything!" Emily answered, already sitting at her computer with Skype open.
"Fiiiine, but don't forget to use protection.. you don't want your computer getting a virus,"
"Wildcats on three," Coach Davis instructed, and then counted down.
"Wildcats!" we all screamed together in unison![]()
"I’m not afraid of a little competition, Kinsley. I play to win."
“What are you doing here?” he asked with a hard tone.
Okay. Not the best first line. Something like, ‘you look beautiful, have my babies’ would have been a little bit better.
“I glanced back towards Liam. His hands were clasped together behind his head and he looked like he was about to punch something. I guess that was a good sign?”
“This feels wrong. Should it feel wrong?”
“No, it’s not wrong,” he clarified simply in his controlled tone… “It only feels wrong because we’re having to sneak around… I’m sorry our relationship is such a fucked-up mess.”
“Hey! It’s OUR fucked-up mess, okay?”
“Be with me. Be mine.”
“It feels weird thinking about you being my boyfriend,” I admitted sheepishly.
“Why?” he asked.
“I mean, I just watched one hundred thousand people chanting your name. Isn’t that crazy?”
“He was the northern star. I had no choice but to become enveloped in his brightness and let it coax me toward him. Wanting him was an unconscious impulse, like taking my next breath.”
"His hand had been resting just two inches from my shorts. Which is five inches above my vagina. So . . . yeah, he was basically touching my vagina."
“If only we actually were in Harry Potter. I’d totally Crucio her ass. Yeah, that’s right, I’d use one of the Unforgivable Curses. Come at me, Ministry of Magic.”
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Still a cute read*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
The moment Becca spoke, Liam’s hand retracted from my back as if he was awakening to the fact that he was touching me almost inappropriately. No, it was inappropriate. His hand had been resting just two inches above my shorts. Which is about five inches above my vagina. So… yeah, he was basically touching my vagina.
“Do you like me more than M&Ms?”
“How do you know I like M&Ms?”
I laughed, thinking back to the drive-in movie. “Last night you inhaled the entire bag before I could even take some.”
He chuckled into the phone. “Ah, my M&M blinders were on. Excuse my poor manners.”
“You didn't answer my question.”
“Kinsley, I've never liked any girl more than I like M&Ms.”
I laughed and let my head fall back against the wall. “Am I getting close?” I joked.
“I'd say I like you more than regular M&Ms, but you're going to have to really step it up if you want to beat out peanut M&Ms.”
“I have a tough road ahead of me.”
“I think you can do it,” he joked, and I smiled against the phone.
“Challenge accepted.”
“She believed she could, so she did.”
“More than Peanut M&Ms,”
That scheming whore.
If only we actually were in Harry Potter. I’d totally Crucio her ass. Yeah, that’s right, I’d use one of the Unforgivable Curses. Come at me, Ministry of Magic.
“That’s not surprising to hear. Your daughter is definitely in love with me, Mrs. Bryant. She hasn't told me yet, but she will soon.”
“I'm not playing around with you, Kinsley. I want to be with you," he whispered in my ear before releasing my arm. I stumbled into the hallway, trying to gather my wits.”
“I know what it means to value the person you're with.”