Iced Out (Leighton U, #1)

by C.E. Ricci

“You win,” he half pants, half snarls into my mouth. “Now, shut the fuck up, Quinton.”

Me: Don’t lie, you enjoy it. I’m expecting some witty retort or straight-up denial. This is Oakley we’re talking about; he’d probably deny enjoying spending time with me until his dying day. But I get an unexpected response instead. Oakley: It’s been weird not seeing you.

I love that damn mouth of his almost as much as I love him.