Fated Mates and Where to Find Them (Fated Mates #2)

by A.J. Sherwood

On the couch, sound asleep, was Max. But he’d snagged Zander’s hoodie from somewhere, and the sight of him snuggled into it made Zander clutch his heart and stagger. Oh god, the cuteness. The cuteness was overwhelming. Was it possible to die from cuteness? No, wait, he had to take a picture of this first.

Zander had a very acute case of selective hearing.

“I know I just made you happy, but whatever you have on your mental list to buy me—delete it. Now.” “Maaaaaax.” “Don’t whine at me. You don’t need to reward me every time I please you.” “I’m sure we can negotiate this.” “No.” “Max, I just want to—” “No.” “Can you say something other than no?” Zander had yet to figure out how to effectively argue against a no, so, “No.”