Him (Him, #1)

by Sarina Bowen

I’ve got friends. I’ve got a shit ton of friends, actually. Can I honestly say any of them really know me? Probably not.

Ah, hockey players. You really can’t take us anywhere.

He doesn’t get to finish that sentence, because I’m smashing my mouth against his.

Jesus. Good thing he’s not a traffic cop, because he’s sending enough mixed signals to cause a ten-car pileup.