In Your Wildest Dreams (Wildcat Hockey, #4)

by Rebecca Jenshak

My memory of her didn’t do her justice. If she’s a ten, then every other girl I’ve ever called a ten was really a six. I’m going to have to redo my entire scale. Zero to Bridget.

“You’re alive.” His gaze travels down the length of me, holding on my legs for a fraction longer than necessary before slowly dragging up. “And I’m dead. I suddenly understand why there was a brawl at the club.”

Ash Well shit. How long do you think roses will last? Me Umm a week maybe. Why? Ash I panicked and sent roses to your house about twenty minutes ago.

Panic roses

and did an eight-hour read-a-thon where we FaceTimed and read the same book.

Me and Kim core

Who is your celebrity crush? Me—Florence Pugh. Bridget—some young prick I’d never heard of but now hate.

If by some chance he randomly spots you—because let’s be honest, you do stand out, babe. You’ll easily be the hottest woman there.

“Trust me?” he asks. “In theory.”

This is exactly how I’m feeling about what’s about to go down

Goddamnmotherfuckershitfuckdammit.

So true king