Pretty Boy (The Boys of Apartment 13, #1)

by Brianna Flores

I like him. I have a crush on this guy. A big one. I don’t know what this means, how it’s possible to go from straight to wanting everything from some big-tattooed dude, but it’s there. And I want everything. His attention, the words he speaks, the very air he breathes. I want him to like me, to want me as much as I want him.

“Liam, you wanting me does not mean that I want you.” “Oh.” My shoulders slump, and I have to look down so that he can’t see it when my face reflects how much that fucking hurt me. I’m not even surprised. I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but yeah. Makes sense that he doesn’t want me. Nobody really does and that’s something I’m aware of, so why does this bother me? There are so many reasons for him to not want me.

He lets me have the last word as we take our seats, and then he orders me a Diet Coke without even asking me. I make it a point to pay attention to the sweet tea he orders. If he remembers what I like to drink, I want to remember his go-to, too.