More Than This (More Than, #1)

by Jay McLean

But babe,” Lucy says, eyes still on her book, “yours is the only one I’ve ever seen, so I have absolutely nothing at all to compare it to. It could be tiny and I wouldn’t have a clue. Now, let me finish my book.”

He’s not the hearts-and-flowers kind of guy—he’s the heart-and-soul kind, and fuck if every girl would rather have that than the flowers.

I shrug. “Not really. Even if he does, I’m sure Jake will just punch him again.” Logan and Cam spit out their beer simultaneously, and Dylan cusses. Logan glares at me, bug-eyed. “He punched that asshole?” I nod slowly. “Which hand?” Dylan asks. What? Behind me, Jake raises his right hand, bringing on a tirade of name-calling and questions from the guys. “It’s fine!” he yells above them all.

The group steps back, but Logan stays in the same spot. He looks at Jake. “Dude, if you feel like punching him again, just tell me—I’ll do it. Don’t risk fucking up that hand again, because UNC wouldn’t be too happy.”

“I more-than-a-lot like you.” He’s quiet for so long again that I don’t know if he heard me. Then he says, “I more-than-a-lot like you, too—so much more-than-a-lot.”

“Because if I kiss you, I’ll want to taste you. And if I taste you, I’ll need to fuck you. And when I fuck you, it means you’re mine. When I make you mine, I want it to be in our bed—not a hotel room . . . Is that okay?”

“Jake saw you at your worst. He was there when your life changed and your heart shattered. He was there to help you piece some of it back together. He’s seen it all, Micky. He’s seen you at your worst, and he still fell in love with you—like, truly the forever kind of love with you. And I’m sorry, because I think you’re making a mistake. Maybe you don’t need to be a complete person, or maybe you do. But maybe he’s it—maybe he’s the other half of you.”