By the Numbers (Love Logic, #3)

by K.M. Neuhold

“I know where to find you,” I assure him, even though the chances that I’ll call are less than zero. Actually, no because negative numbers still exist. The chances of me calling are the square root of negative one, they don’t exist.

“I read all that shit when I was twelve. It’s boring; no one ever kisses. Now, someone getting dicked down hard? Definitely not boring.” I nearly choke on the bit of cookie I just bit off. Another thing you don’t typically imagine when you think of geniuses is the phrase dicked down hard.

Casting a glance at Alex’s unmade bed, I ask myself a question I never thought I would have to ask; is it more of a violation to use someone else’s sex toy in their own bed? Or is fucking myself with Alex’s dildo already so far over the line that I’ve maxed out the violation, thus leaving his bed as fair game?

The one thing I don’t tell him is that if I’m supposed to stop crushing on him, he’s going to have to stop being so…Theo.

If I was half the genius everyone thinks I am, I wouldn’t say the words forming on my tongue. But there are book smarts and then there’s real life intelligence, one guess which one having a filter falls under.

“We’re hydrogen and oxygen, baby. We’ve got chemistry.” He waggles his eyebrows and another laugh bursts from my throat. Fuck, he’s cute. And hot. And I might be a little bit fucked.

Guys who look as cute as he does in little science pun t-shirts should not be allowed to have such filthy mouths.

“Okay, then if you get your work done, we can mess around,” he bargains. Oh, how far we’ve come. A few weeks ago, he was offering frozen yogurt in exchange for my homework getting done. I smirk at him.

“If you finish your homework, I’ll go with you to your bedroom and let you use any toy you want on me.”

Damn, I want to fuck, but I could also die happy rutting our hard cocks together for the rest of eternity. Hell, we can die naked in this bed as far as I’m concerned.

“Lex. I like it,” Alex explains. “I’ve never had a nickname. Other than Alex I mean. It feels, I don’t know, special I guess.” I smile and kiss the top of his head. “Sexy Lexy,” I tease, and he giggles again, the sound hitting a place deep inside me that I didn’t even know existed. I am so fucking gone over this man.

“Nerdy botany professor and the hot, tattooed baker? I totally ship that shit.”

Ok now I need this book

“Hey, um…” Alex clears his throat and gathers another scoop of frosting to lick off his finger. “I love you.”

“Because it’s a big thing to shake off all the expectations our parents weigh us down with and become our own people for the first time.”

Ten out of ten, would recommend finding a group of weirdos just as awesome as you are and loving them forever.