The Guy on the Right (The Underdogs, #1)

by Kate Stewart

Grannism—The world is full of assholes, don’t be one of them.

Scrutinizing my reflection, I decide to cut down on Doritos. Satan made that chip specifically to ruin my thighs.

She’s a second look kind of girl. The first look at her is for simple appreciation for the stunner she is. The second look is a realization of what an idiot you were for not looking longer the first time around.

I lean down and kiss her cheek before slowly pulling away. Her eyes widen before she smiles. “What was that for?” “Existing.”

Theeeeoooi

Grannism—If he’s paying attention to the right things, you’ll rarely ever have to give directions.

We’re polar opposites in some ways. I’m too country, and he’s a whole lot of everything else. We shouldn’t fit, but we do, and our fit is nothing short of spectacular.

I’ve got a pint-sized terrorist in boots who is constantly reminding me we’re in, whatever it is we have going, together.

Grannism—If someone truly cares for you, you won’t ever have to wonder about it.

Grannism—Don’t go trying to find the pretty in ugly people. That’s like saving your sunshine for shit. Even in better light, it’s still a glowing turd.

“She’s my favorite person in the world, and I can’t imagine not knowing her. I can’t imagine having the chance to know her and throwing it away.”

“She said not to ever ruin a kid’s magic. There’s not enough of it in the world anymore.”

And that’s when the thud happens. There’s no way I can fall any further. I love her.

And a good rock rarely becomes a rolling stone.