The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

Don’t ever let anyone see things bother you; I learned that in foster home number four.

If everything’s a joke, there’s nothing they can do to hurt you,

I wasn’t exactly the girl guys fought over. I was the one they settled on dancing with when my much prettier sister or friend was taken. The consolation prize.

“Sure, you can let go of Jules. My date.” “Jules?! Her name is Julia,” Chet snapped. “My mistake, I just go with what I call her in bed at night.”

nodded toward the cleavage Valhalla peeking out from under her hands.

In a matter of days, Jules had gone from someone I looked forward to seeing every day, to someone I needed to see. I needed to make her laugh and make sure she was okay. And I wanted her to want that of me too.

How would you feel about a donut blow job?” I swerved into the other lane. Jules’ arm whipped out and grabbed onto my arm to pull us back. A horn blared and I held up my hand in a wave of apology. “Are you trying to kill us both?” She laughed and shook her head. “I didn’t think you’d nearly run us off the road.” “I didn’t think I’d ever hear the words donut blow job. Looks like Frenchie is full of secrets.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, Jules. I’m into you. Whether it’s in letter form, cookie form, pole dancing form, sitting in your sweats on the couch watching TV form, or any other way you want to show me what you’re all about, I’m here for it. I’m here for you.”

“And you were never the third best thing in my life, Jules. Never. I’d never play a game again, if it meant I could be here with you.”