Matched (LSU, #5)

by Becca Steele

The beauty of love is that you can fall into it with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time. RITA GHATOUREY

Holy fuck. This was not just a weird non-heatstroke thing. I knew I’d been in denial, but there was only so much denying I could do before the inevitable conclusion forced its way to the front of my mind. I think I might fancy Nate Glover.

Fucking mugger. He’d stolen something far more valuable than my phone or my wallet. He’d stolen my fucking senses with that kiss. No one had ever kissed me like that before. Like they needed me to breathe. Like they’d die without my mouth on theirs. I doubted I’d ever have a kiss like that again.

Some people like it.” “I guess I’m one of those people.” My tongue darted out again for another taste. “I’m not gonna put it on my chips instead of mayo or anything, but yeah, I like it.”

This was everything I needed, right here. The sun on my skin, a football at my feet, and the company of the person who was beginning to mean everything to me.

“I can’t believe this. My mugger Stockholm-syndromed me into becoming his boyfriend.”

“I love you, Charlie Brooks. I love you so much. I can find another postgrad course, but I can’t find another you.”

“How is it you look so hot—” Cutting himself off, he eyed my dad cautiously, his cheeks flushing beneath his tan. “How is it you look so handsome in that gown and cap?” My dad smirked at him. “No need to censor yourself on my behalf. Takes after his old man, doesn’t he? I was very hot, back in the day.”

It’s you and me, Charlie B. We were matched for a reason, and I’m never going to let you go.” His eyes met mine, his gaze resolute. “Never.” “Never,” I said.