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.

Like right now. He’s just standing there. Looking at me. Which he does a lot. I’m a fairly blunt person because I don’t usually have the patience to sugarcoat shit, and maybe it’s time I remember that. But as soon as I look at him, watch as he visibly perks up the split second my eyes are on him, the words die on my tongue. Jesus. He’s got it bad.

I’m a one-and-done kind of guy, and Liam here screams clingy. Fucking screams it.

The way he looks at me tells me he’s absolutely gagging for my dick.