Catching Feelings (Orleans University, #2)

by Maren Moore

It’s not love, but it’s definitely lust, and when it comes to wanting Vivienne Brentwood, I’m a fucking goner. I never stood a damn chance.

“Yeah, okay, Viv. And I would’ve broken his fucking nose, so by all means…” I sweep my hand out toward the bar. “Go back in there and find someone else to kiss. Try me.”

“Fine, Father.” She smarts while she finishes arranging the Uber on her phone. My lips tilt up at her bratty comment. “I prefer Daddy, but whatever works for you, babe.”

“I see you, Vivienne. I see you trying to hide yourself from me, from all of our friends. But I’m going to be here, even when you push me away. Even when you hate me for how annoying I am, for threatening those walls you’ve put up. I’m not going anywhere, baby. Even if all you need from me is to be your punching bag. You are not alone.”

“Oh, listen, before we go, I wanted to talk to you about something,” he says, rolling his eyes when my eyebrows shoot up. “Jesus, Viv, you should see your face right now. I’m not asking you to marry me. Fuck.”