The Score (Off-Campus, #3)

by Elle Kennedy

“Ugh. You even have perfect nipples,” I gripe. His lips twitch. “Do you wanna touch ’em?” “Ew. Never. I’m just commenting that they’re frickin’ perfect. Like, totally proportioned to your chest.” He peers down at his pecs and considers for a moment. “Yeah. I am perfect. I need to remind myself of that more often.”

All my senses are filled with her—her sounds, her smell, her touch. Her.