Stud in the Stacks (Girl Band #2)

by Pippa Grant

The faucet shuts off. I yank on the doorknob harder, and it breaks off in my hand. I briefly wonder if I were to dive into the urinal and flush it if I could make it all the way out to sea. Or at least to the Hudson.

“I don’t do chemistry. I once dated a doctor for three months before we got to the bedroom, and everything was clumsy and awkward and his pet chicken was watching and we broke up right after that because he said I was lousy in bed. A doctor with a voyeuristic pet chicken thought I was lousy in bed.

Jesus, Mary, and One Direction,

She steps around me while I’m trying to get a handle on all the signals I’m getting. The fuck off from Parker. The can we please do her from my dick. The show her you’re not an asshole from my brain.

I almost send him to voicemail, but that would imply something’s wrong. Which it is, but since I’m not entirely certain what’s wrong, I figure I can fake my way through everything being fine.

Shiver me tingles,