Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

I’m yearning for more pieces and layers of him I never knew existed, still waiting for me to discover, unwrap, and learn.

He’s like…fucking sunshine sometimes. Or whatever other bullshit people wax poetic about.

The guy I’m so in lust with, I can’t think straight. Or be straight, either.

“The world wouldn’t crumble around us if you admit you like me. Even just as a person. Please tell me you know that.”

“I want you so much, I can’t stand it.”