He's Not My Type (The Vancouver Agitators, #4)

by Meghan Quinn

“Holmes isn’t happy, and he doesn’t have a lot of sex,” Posey says out of fucking nowhere.

Mark my words, you and Blakely are going to be boyfriend and girlfriend by the end of the season.

Maybe I can help him come out of his shell. He’s so guarded and quiet, so maybe he just needs a little bit of Blakely to liven him up.”

“I just want you to be careful. You’re hurting; he’s hurting. I think it could be a recipe for disaster.”

Trauma bonding?

“Or maybe he needs someone to come into his life to brighten things up because he’d never do it himself.”

“You’re his opposite. Whereas he’s dark and mysterious, you’re sunshine and fun. Maybe you can help him climb out of the darkness and see that there is life beyond the tragedy.”

“No, I want to hear your verbal agreement. Do you understand that I’m taking what I want, Blakely? I’m taking your mouth, your body, and I’m marking it as mine until you tell me to stop.”

“From the first day I met you, Halsey, I knew deep in my soul you were worth my time.”