Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

I’m not a prude or against the orgies that happen up there but the thought of her around them has me feeling fucking sick. Or it’s the beer. Totally the beer, I don’t care about the Mounty. Except for her tutoring me better than literally any of the many, many highly paid educators my parents have thrown at me.

They're like magnets, always finding a way back to each other no matter how much they bicker and fight over useless bullshit, and it's fucking jarring to see them like this.

“If you're trying to warn us off it’s not going to work. We've never agreed to anything as quickly as when we agreed to share you. I'm not planning on wooing you, I'm planning on doing whatever I need to do to get to keep you.”

“I want us to keep you. I don't want you all to myself, I want to share you with my best friends and I want you to love every fucking second of it.”