Watch Your Mouth (Kings of the Ice, #2)

by Kandi Steiner

I’d met Trent while sharing a joint around a campfire in May, and then we’d hooked up in his van. I’d kind of just followed him around like a puppy dog since, mostly because I didn’t exactly know what else to do.

This loser omg

She was eight years younger than me. Hell, when I was twenty-two, she would have been just fourteen. I was a sick bastard.

Well now why the fuck are you thinking about it like that

“I… I am a fucking simp for you, Grace.”

Okay lets use real words now