Traded (Nashville Grizzlies, #1)

by Carly Marie

At least talking about boys and littles had steered Easton away from trying to hook me up with Trevor Cane and I was willing to indulge him to keep the conversation away from Trevor. “I like sweet boys, but you’ve seen how they don’t take me seriously.” “So maybe you need a little. Look how cute this one is.” He flipped his phone around to show me a picture of a boy in a thick diaper and a T-shirt with little lions on it. He was holding a small lion in one hand and a chunky building block in the other. A pacifier was clipped to his shirt by a ribbon and I was pretty sure the thing out of focus beside him was a bottle. I was still studying the picture when Easton started talking again. “Isn’t he cute? I could totally see you falling for someone like that!” “East, dude, can I focus on the move more than finding a boyfriend, or a boy, or a little? One thing at a time.” Easton stuck his tongue out at me. “Are you packed up?” I shrugged. “As much as I can be. I’d just gotten my car shipment squared away when my dad called. I can live without everything else until we have a break and I can come back and clean out my room. Unless you’re planning on getting another roommate?” “No more roommates. I love you, I’m going to miss you, but you’ve been the only roommate I’ve been able to stand for more than two weeks.” “That’s because you’re a pain in the ass and can’t clean up after yourself. I just happen to like cleaning. It’s relaxing. You’ve called your cleaning service, right? This...