When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

“What the hell is this?” he whispered. “Pop quiz,” I said. “Do you like me? Check yes or no.” “Are you fucking serious?” “Relax. It’s my phone number.” River did not, in fact, relax. His eyes widened and an actual blush crept up his muscled neck. “What the hell for?” he demanded, though his voice sounded thicker than it had a moment before. “In case you need tutoring. Say your grades start slipping and you’re in danger of being cut from the team. You call the hot new guy to help you ace the test, just in time for the big game.” River crunched the paper in a fist, and I thought he might throw it back at me. “Nice stereotyping. Do you actively try to piss people off or does it come naturally?” “I’m naturally gifted. Endowed, some might say.” River was not amused.