Bro and the Beast 2 (The Wolf's Mate, #2)

by L.C. Davis

Me and kids have never mixed. Hell, I didn't even like myself when I was a kid. They all seem to come in one of two varieties—the kind that're always shrieking like medieval peasants whose village is being raided by dragons, and they somehow manage to always be sticky, or they're the kind that stare at you like a tiny Victorian ghost in a well.

didn’t think I was gonna relate so hard to a line from bro and the beast lmao sksjjsksk