Boyfriend Material (London Calling, #1)

by Alexis Hall

I mean, yes, it was exciting, and sexy, and he liked me, he really liked me, but what if I fucked it up? What if I wasn’t very good? I’d had no complaints but nobody looked a gift blow job in the mouth, so maybe—like every other aspect of my life—I’d just been coasting on other people’s low expectations.

And Oliver came striding over in a flash of black and white and gorgeous.