The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

star because she was real and two strides away from me. “Jesus, Jules.” I leaned in, trying to keep the need to lick her out of my voice. This was straight up not fair. She was sweet as hell and now I wanted a taste. Her face paled. “I know,” she whispered and tried to tug the edges of her dress’s neckline together. She might as well have been trying to fill the Grand Canyon with a bucket. “It’s too small. I need to find Laura and tell her it’s not going to work.” Ducking her head, she tried to run away. “It looks terrible.” I rushed after her and caught her elbow. My fingers wrapping around the soft fabric protecting her smooth skin from my touch, an electric spark licking its way up my arm. “You don’t need to change.” I squeezed my lips together, so I didn’t bite my bottom one. “You caught me off guard. The dress looks great on you. I just never realized you were hiding those.” I nodded toward the cleavage Valhalla peeking out from under her hands. She punched my arm. “You’re not exactly helping on the keep-Jules-from-feeling-self-conscious-and-wanting-to-run-away front.” “If there’s anyone who should feel self-conscious, it’s all those other chicks who’ve got absolutely nothing on you in the breast department. KFC is going to burst in here and haul you away.” She snort-laughed and shook her head in disapproval, but her eyes were no longer deer-in-headlights scared. “I just… I can’t wear this in public. Maybe at the venue for a bit, but…”