Dix (Elite 8 Studios, #1)

by Emmy Sanders

“Mat, kitten, my little marshmallow, that is too much information,” I say.

I don’t have time to ward Alex off before the five-and-a-half-foot man scrambles onto my lap, wrapping himself around me like a barnacle. He leans close to my ear, his blonde hair tickling the side of my face. “I will treasure our friendship forever,” he says softly yet vehemently. “You won’t regret this, Grumpy Bear.” “I already regret this,” I mutter. “Shhh,” he says, clamping his hand over my mouth and then stroking my head. “No more words. This day has already been perfect.”

You certainly knew how to act like a good boyfriend during our scenes, not that I need you to act with me. I want Dixon, not Dix.” There’s a pause, and then quietly, Dixon says, “I don’t think I was ever acting with you, Niki.” My heart just about stops.

I haven’t been serious about much in my life, but I’m serious about Dixon. I want him for keeps.

“For fuck’s sake, you two, get rid of the goddamn heart eyes. You’re not in love within these walls! You’re strangers fucking in the storage closet of a seedy club. One of you probably has herpes. Quit the cutesy shit. This isn’t happily ever after!”