Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

The second half of the vacation is a million times better than the first. When the guys aren’t interfering and being jackasses, worrying about my heart and my feelings, the tension level drops dramatically. And I think the whole boyfriend situation might have finally clued Dex in about giving me space. Maybe. He hasn’t once tried to sleep next to me, so that’s something. Though it doesn’t stop him from slipping in next to me to wake me up. An elbow to the gut usually helps to make him go away, but today, he’s relentless. “It’s the last day,” he says. “We need to get one more swim in before we leave.” “I can’t. My trunks are all packed. Shame.” I reach blindly behind me and pat Dex’s cheek. “Have fun. I’m going to keep sleeping.” “Nope. Swim. Even if I have to carry you out there myself.” “I’d like to see you try.” “You say that like you think I can’t pick you up.” “You can’t.” “Oh, hell no.” Dex jumps up and rounds the bed. I turn to dead weight as he tries to get his arms under me—one under my knees and one under my neck. All he manages to do is drag me and drop me on the floor. “Ow,” I complain. “Then help me.” “Nope. You said you could do it.” “I’m getting you in that water. End of story.” “Okay.” I continue to lie on the carpet, refusing to move, and when Dex gives up trying to lift me, he resorts to dragging me by my ankles. He grunts while I laugh, even if the carpet stings my back as he pulls me all the way down the hall. “What are you guys doing?” Oskar asks from t...