The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

“It’s nothing you can help with.” “Maybe I can.” His thumb made tiny brushes against the side of my face and I tried to breathe. Keep breathing, Jules. He leaned in closer and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. His bow tie and tux fit him like they’d gotten his measurements ahead of time. That was what happened when you worked out so much tailors made their clothes to fit someone like you. Someone with a perfect body. The tendrils of desire fought against the drum of fear trying to overtake my stomach. He was here with me. Not that he had much of a choice since he was pretty much stranded out here, and if it came down to hanging with me outside versus staying inside with my family and their friends, I got it. But his face did seem to be getting closer to mine… or was I the one leaning in? Were we both leaning in? “Jules…” He lifted his hand and placed it right at the side of my neck. The rough pads of his fingers caressed the hairs at the nape. “Yeah, Berk.” I wanted to shoot up on my tippy toes and finally know what his lips felt like on mine. The same ones I’d dreamed about and he’d written about using to taste every inch of me. He ducked his head, totally Berk incoming in three. Two. One.