Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

When we both arrive at the library, there's a freshman already sitting with her, making eyes at her like she hung the fucking moon, and I immediately decide he has to die.

She doesn't back down for anyone else, not the dickhead boys chasing her for the bet or my sociopath brother, but if Harley, Blaise, or I stare her down, she always breaks our eye contact. It's suspicious as fuck.

She’s the ache in my chest that I can’t cure, no matter how hard I try.