Stuck with You (The STEMinist Novellas, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

want to ask a million and ten questions about it—a wish in direct competition with my desire to not come across as a weirdo. A lofty goal, as I am, in fact, a weirdo.

dragging is a sacrosanct part of the covenant of friendship,

never really got into American football. It seems kind of boring—a bunch of overgrown dudes standing around in ’80s shoulder pads and bashing their heads toward chronic traumatic encephalopathy—but

Erik is a mountain. A giant dome of flesh and muscles—not GQ-cut, ridiculously defined ones, but solid, oak-tree big,

We’re both smiling now, and my fear of him liquefies, like snow in the sun. Only to ice all over again, in another form: fear of not having him.

He’s staring at my body like it’s somewhere between holy and utterly, deliciously pornographic.