So Wrong (Boys of South Chapel, #1)

by Abby Millsaps

“Do you ever feel like your whole life has already been decided for you? Before you’ve even had a chance to make any mistakes or figure it out on your own?”

“I love watching you run,” he repeats, his tone low, “because I get to fantasize about what it would be like to catch you.”

“And what would you do if you caught me?” My tone is sweet, but I scrape my nails against the short hairs at his nape. There’s no masking my eagerness as I inch closer to his mouth. He hums, then ghosts his lips along my jaw. “I’d hold on tight and keep you forever.”

Levi pulls his hand away, bringing a string from the frayed edges of my jean shorts with him. “I’m going to call you Daisy, because these jean shorts are a certifiable hazard.”

“You can call me Daisy, but only if I can call you Duke.”