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

by Brianna Flores

I’m not really sure why I can’t just stick to one pet name, but he is all of the things I call him. My pretty boy, my princess, my absolute sweetheart.

I’m not… this. I’m not someone who needs to hear nice things, but he’s ruining me. He has ruined me. I’m already wrecked.

“Wow,” she says dramatically as she pulls away, hands moving to the outside of his shoulders. “No wonder my son’s gay now!”

“What?” I scoff. “So you wouldn’t like me if I turned into a duck,” I squint my eyes. How fucking rude.

“Liam wants me to assure him that I’d be down to stay his boyfriend if he ever turned into a duck.” “Well! What would you do with me?” “I’d… I’d build you a pond,” he pats my shoulder condescendingly, and I roll my eyes. “And I’d buy you cantucci every day to keep your little duck self happy.”

“I don’t really like sleeping alone anymore. I actually think I hate it with my whole entire soul.”

“Princess,” I correct, only feeling a little stupid about it when he raises his eyebrows at me. “Or sweetheart. Or… just stop saying my name so much.”

I look at him, at his smooth features, his pillowy lips, and those sexy little nose piercings and all of his tattoos, and the last thought that I have before I pass out, dead to the world, is that I’m going to love him for the rest of my life.

Your body belongs to me, Liam. The air you breathe, your every thought, I want all of it. I have all of it.

“I want you as you are, all the broken pieces as they come. I want to help you put them all back together. I don’t want you to do that alone. Please don’t push me away.

“Why would you say something so batshit crazy?” He blushes. “The truth ain’t crazy. I’m going to marry you, have your babies.”