Resurrection (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High, #1)

by Siobhan Davis

I signed up for uncomplicated sex and multiple orgasms. If that’s no longer all that’s on the table, then I want no part of it.

“Although I call it taking control of my sexuality. It’s the twenty-first century, Galen. Women have the same right to enjoy consensual sex as men. Your comment just confirms your ignorance and lack of intelligence.”

👏👏👏

I wrench out of his grip and pin him with a look Voldemort would be proud of.

That crazy connection between us sparks to life when he’s near, lifting all the tiny hairs on my arms, making my heart beat faster, my skin heat, and my body ache with need. It freaks me the fuck out. Because I always thought it was a myth authors created to make readers believe in soul-mate love. I have zero desire to live in my own twisted romance novel.

Speak for yourself girl! 😂

“You know what the Urban Dictionary is, princess?” Now, it’s my turn to roll my eyes. “Well, duh,” I mumble over a mouthful of burger. “Caz is addicted to it,” Theo continues explaining. “And he drives us fucking insane,” Saint cuts in. “He picked skullfuck from the list of trending words this morning, and he’s been trying to fit it into the conversation all day.”

I’m already regretting leaving my jacket in the car. I’m not shy about my body, far from it, but I hate assholes who believe they have a God-given right to objectify a woman just because she’s wearing a sexy dress. I should be able to wear whatever the hell I want without being perved on.