Consider Me (Playing For Keeps, #1)

by Becka Mack

“You’re a little shit, aren’t you?” “Me? You literally never stop.” “I’m like a puppy,” I tell her. “Annoying, untrained, and requires a lot of work?”

“I’d cuddle with you.”

Carter scoffs, sweeping his arms out. “You can’t kiss my date at midnight!” “For God’s sake, Carter, this isn’t a date.” “You can’t kiss my not-a-real-date-but-actually-is-a-real-date at midnight!” Rolling my eyes, I bury my smile behind the hand I drag down my face.

“I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. Never, Ollie. I just want you to consider…consider giving me a shot. Consider me. That’s all I want, Ol. A chance with you.”

“Can I keep you?” he asks.

Her wide eyes lock on mine, cheeks blazing, hand hanging there in midair, holding on to a… A goddamn Oreo. Woman’s my fucking soul mate.

I’m aware that’s a little caveman of me. But here’s the other thing: I don’t fucking care.