So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

Greedy looks at me like I’m worth being cherished. Like I’m a prize he can’t believe he’s won.

“No wrong moves, Temi. You’re my first and my last. I never knew what I was waiting for, but now I know it was you.”

“We could swap out some of these books. This room is special, but the books aren’t sentimental. I’ll fill every one of these shelves with your favorites. This could be your library.”

“No,” he admits. “I know with every cell in my body that I love you, Hunter. I didn’t want to say it earlier and make you think I was just saying it because—” “I think I love you, too,” I rush to reply.

“Three years,” I tell her. Three years, four months, and eight days, to be precise.