Bloom (Serenity Ranch, #1)

by E.J. Blaise

The flirting is distracting, and confusing, and kind of nice, honestly, because how often do I get flirted with? Never, that’s how often. And even though it’s just for fun, just a facet of his personality, it’s still nice. I still simper, just a little.

“I don't wanna be that girl again.” “What girl?” “The one who sits around waiting for a boy to like her.”

“She has no idea what she deserves,” she says, calm but fierce, small but terrifying. “But it’s not this half-assed bullshit. Man up or fuck off.”

“How do you know what I want?” Why does everyone think they know what I want? “Have you ever asked?”