Rewind It Back (Windy City, #5)

by Liz Tomforde

I don’t tell him that I don’t like almond milk. I only ordered it when we were younger because I knew he’d ask for a sip of my latte since he couldn’t handle the amount of caffeine if he ordered his own, and I didn’t want the dairy to bother him.

“I’m going to go ask for her number.” “Hey, Rook?” He looks my way, so stupidly excited. “Yeah?” “Sit the fuck down.” “Yep.”

“Stunning latte art.” “It was the side profile of an Arctic wolf. Perfect proportions.

Needy is literally my number one personality trait.

“You shouldn’t be embarrassed to let people know how hard you’re willing to work to get what you want.”

“But my latte art will never be as good as yours.” “Well, at least you’re self-aware.”

“Oh, I can promise you, it is. I’m practically a born-again virgin at this point, so if you can do me a favor and deflower me again, that’d be great.”

“Everyone,” Rio announces, “this is my girlfriend, Hallie. Be nice to her or I’ll literally never talk to you again.”