Love, Comment, Subscribe (Ponto Beach Reunion, #1)

by Cathy Yardley

“That’s just it: I can’t just turn this shit on and off,” Tobin said, his somber tone at odds with the ridiculous avatar. “I’m either feeling creative, or I’m not.”

grabbed a neon-green shot Mikki had in front of him, and downed it. It tasted like honeydew and lighter fluid, and she winced.

there was absolutely no stress relief quite like winding Lily up.

she really hated making small talk with someone who was (hopefully) great at giving orgasms but had nothing more in common with her than that.

at this point, she’d rather do without unless she was really, really stressed.

No way in hell was she going to keep up a brave face, choking down eggs Benedict with the guy who’d shot down her idea

“I do get a bunch of janky pictures of randos’ junk, so I get what you’re saying, but I also get the occasional nice—and solicited—specimen, so I can see how some men would get confused.”

“So you’ve only had bad sex for two years?” Mikki amended, appalled.

she felt challenged . . . and like she was falling short.

So what if Tobin looked good in one? He still talked, and that tended to be the main problem.

“Or we could, uh, go . . . for a walk?” She never went for walks.