Lauren Dun

17%
Flag icon
I couldn’t hold his gaze as he finished pulling them on and did up his fly. My shame was too powerful. “It wasn’t a mistake,” I said quietly, “but I shouldn’t have asked you to . . .” I took the cowardly way out and let him fill in the rest of the words I wasn’t saying. “I wasn’t thinking, and I’m sorry.”
The Pool Boy (Nashville Neighborhood, #2)
Rate this book
Clear rating
Open Preview