The Unhoneymooners (Unhoneymooners, #1)

by Christina Lauren

“Oh, Olivia. I just had my hands all over you, and you’re so relaxed you can barely speak.” He steps away, and then his voice comes from a distance, like he’s walked to the door: “You’d better believe I will be smug as hell.”

Rumor has it your dad brought her flowers and she pulled off every petal and used them to spell PUTA in the snow.

asked you something earlier.” “I know.” We’re just having a vacation fling, aren’t we? Oh, is that all this is? He goes quiet again; obviously he doesn’t have to repeat what he said. But I don’t feel entirely sure where my head is on this particular issue. “I’m… thinking.” “Think out loud,” he says. “With me.”