The Wrong Play (The Wrong Player, #2)

by C.R. Jane

Ugh. How was it possible I was already taking in hits of his scent, like I was in one of my omegaverse books or something?

Because when you spend a year learning that love comes with a price, you start assuming every touch comes with a debt.

Step one: Get him to entertain her creepy-ass roommate. Step two: Slip into Riley’s room unnoticed. Step three: Sleep under her bed like a psycho, as nature intended.

I sighed, rubbing my temples because it turns out thinking was hard. I was too pretty for this.