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

by Brianna Flores

“Nobody heard me.” I grab his hand and hurry him along, though, because I’m pretty sure a few people did, in fact, hear me.

I guffawed

I’ve picked him, imprinted on him like a stupid little duck and everything.

Jax must also sense that with his weird little lizard brain because he changes the subject.

Lizard brain 🤣

I hate how gooey my guts feel, all warm and heavy, because it is a little. It’s embarrassing. Has my neck heating up, and I don’t even understand why because it’s not like the rest of the table can see my insides melting. And I’m obviously never going to turn into a fucking duck. But I mean, if I did, it feels like, yeah, he might be sweet enough to build me a pond.

This is both adorable and absolutely hilarious. But, I think we've all had totally inconceivable dreams that our significant others have had to pacify

I’d fucking glue his skin to mine if I could.