Him (Him, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

My weakness is him.

“You know that thing they say about goldfish? Their memories are so short that each time they swim around the bowl, it’s all brand new again.” The corners of his mouth lift up. “That’s deep, Coach Canning.” Aw. It kills me to be Coach Canning for a few weeks a year. I freaking love this job. “Be my goldfish, Killfeather.” I give him a little punch on the chest pads. “Forget every stupid thing that guy says to you. Because the world is filled with dicks who will rile you up for fun. You’ve got the moves. You can do the job. But only if you don’t let him wreck it for you.”

“I really need to jerk. You mind?”

I live for parallels

Wes nods. “I’d let you do anything to me, Canning.” When his voice cracks, something inside of me does, too. I have no clue what’s going on here or what we are to each other.

“Want you,” I whisper. Lately, those two words define me. “Have me,” he says.