The Dare (Briar U, #4)

by Elle Kennedy

The house is wall-to-wall psych majors acting out their parental resentment on unsuspecting future MBAs. Poli-sci students planting the seeds of the blackmail checks they’ll be writing in ten years. AKA your typical Greek Row party.

“Trust me,” mumbles Alec, who’s draped over the armrest and not entirely conscious. He’d fallen asleep on the couch beside Gavin pretty much as soon as the movie started. “You don’t want to know Foster without weed.” “Bite my ass,” Foster barks back.

“Damn it, T, I’m trying to say I’m in love with you.”

“I’m not sorry,” he cuts in. “Not one bit. What would ever make you think I wouldn’t want to stand beside you through this? That I wouldn’t want to be here to protect you?”

“Will you please stop!” “Never. I’ve gone completely mad for you, Taylor Antonia Marsh.” “That’s not even my middle name!” “It’s a middle name and I don’t care, if this is what I have to do to take away your embarrassment, I’ll do it. I’ll do anything.”