Crossing Arizona (State of Us, #2)

by Bree Wiley

“Didn’t mean it, Ducky. Like it when you follow me.” “I’ll always follow you,”

“I’ve never so much as seen your dick wiggle in any direction.” Heat floods my cheeks as Matty lets out an awkward cough, and I quickly turn away to hide my reaction. “It just hasn’t found its person yet.” Well, it has. But that person doesn’t want it. And she knows this. Salem snorts into my shoulder. “Aw, your dick is selective. That’s really cute.”

“Okay.” There’s a pause, pink flooding his cheeks as he licks his lips. “I don’t, uh...really know how to start sexy stuff between guys, so can we go back to cuddling?” “And you think I do?”

“Caring about someone isn’t being whipped,” he shoots back, his voice growing colder, and I glance at him sidelong. “It is when they don’t care back. That’s just pathetic.” Trust me, I’d fucking know.