The Third Best Thing (Fulton U, #3)

by Maya Hughes

would’ve mailed my balls back to me and made me pay for the shipping. She was wiped off the radar before I met her with a glare from Nix and a promise of retribution if I screwed up what he had with Elle in any way, shape, or form, but that’s not to say I didn’t appreciate Jules’ quiet beauty. The kind you found yourself sneaking a glance of when she smiled because it was so completely pure and unworried about being anything other than real. Or the times I’d sit at her kitchen table and talk for hours about our favorite comic book movie. I’d chalked it up to the fact that I hadn’t spent much time around many women who didn’t want anything from me. Not status, or a false idea that I had cash to splash around, or any number of reasons. With Jules, I could just be and so could she. It gave me that warm feeling that drew me to her time and time again, but I knew going in it couldn’t go further. I’d never really been just friends with a girl before, and I liked it. She was kind and I’d never heard her talk shit about anyone or be anything other than awesome, which is why the fucking rack on her showcased with a plummeting, glittering ‘look at me sign’ that was that dress made me want to bite my knuckle and run around the room like a damn animal. Who in the hell knew she was hiding all that under those clothes? I was five seconds away from going full wolf-whistle-in-a-nightclub cartoon parody over here. There were those movies where the girl with the glasses gets the makeover an...