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“Or maybe I’ll take yours, golden boy.” “Golden boy…?” “You heard me. Or do you prefer campus hottie? Prom king?”
Fuck. I was wrong. He’s not a fake-ass golden boy. No… Nick Sandoval’s a fucking doormat.
“Never had a girlfriend, never will.” “Because of your pleasant personality?” He grins. “Wow, feisty. Actually, it’s because I’m gay as fuck.” Uh?
And then I do what makes sense—I fist my hand in his hair and yank him closer, smashing our mouths together once more.
Then he pats my cheek as if I’m a puppy and whispers, “Good boy.” I choke in surprise and Caleb grins wickedly. ***
It’s me falling in love with him, full speed ahead and with no hesitation.