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

by Brianna Flores

There were a lot of tears involved in my tee-ball days.

aw poor baby 😥

Luckily, my mom was able to calm him down because I doubt that Cade and I would even still be friends if my dad had had it his way.

fathers just effin suck.

Never has a kiss just wholly devoured me like that, demanded so much from me. Just fucking owned me so completely.

Such a pretty little thing, I think, my lips pressed against his throat. “So soft and sweet,”

“Shh,” I soothe, rubbing my hand in a circular motion on his lower back. “You said easy, Liam. I’m going to take care of this little hole, I promise, but I’m doing this how you need it. So gentle, isn’t that right, beautiful?”

But for some reason, I’m so fucking disappointed.

ahh my sweet little angel baby cakes!!! 😭😭😭😭

Clearly, some part of me has claimed him because the mere thought of someone else’s hands on Liam has me seething.

ahhh!!! 🥰🤭

“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.

oh poor baby!!! 😭

I kind of feel a little like a girlfriend. Because of him. He’s crowned me as his princess, and I’m sort of here for it. I accepted it the very first time he said it, and he just hasn’t stopped throwing it out there.

Ah! its so sweet and fluffy!

“Ah, she also got me this keychain when I wasn’t looking that apparently is the bisexual pride flag.” He sounds fond as he says it.

Way to go supportive mom!

“He’s been friendzoned. And is jealous.” I don’t believe him. He just met him––if that can even be called a meeting––and I don’t see how he got all of that based on the less than five minutes of accrued time Cade has been at our table.

dude has *the* sense!

They definitely wouldn’t let me into the Salty Spitoon.”

Absolutely loving the spongebob reference😂

“Yeah,” I yawn. But she’s not a Crawford.

ohhh sh!t

“I’m not ending it. He’s––I’m fucking keeping him.” Just so we’re clear.

Awe 😍😍😍 that's so sweet!!

where you belong.”

Ah!! 😏

“You feel perfect, love. Like mine,”

“Jesus,” I mutter quietly. “You’re fucking filthy.” “I’m what you made me,” he accuses, still breathing heavily, broad chest moving as his body starts to sink into the couch. Mine, my entire body sings. I’ve made him mine.