Make My Move (Hannaford Prep, #5)

by J. Bree

If I was brutally honest, I’d tell her she’s the melody in my head now, the sweet notes that get me through each day,

because I breathe in her direction with attitude,

Are we ever going to know what the fuck is going on around us or are Lips and Avery just going to set fire to our shit whenever the mood strikes them and we’ll just constantly be sitting around looking like fucking dickheads?

Avery looks smugly around at us as well, grinning at Lips like she’s in love with her.