Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

This guy is both god-awful at flirting and horrendously awkward, and part of me wants to scream. The other part of me finds it intoxicating and adorably charming,

Get back, demon boy. But also, come a bit closer. No, stop right there.

I hate him and his stupid, hot face and his stupid, hot body so motherfucking much.

Carter swings his arms over both seats. “I’m so happy you’re friends now. It makes me so happy.” His forehead flops to my shoulder. “I’m so happy.”

“No sleepovers.” “Excellent. You seem like a bed hog.”

“Aw, Mom.” I go to her, hugging her from behind. “What’s the matter?” “I’m fine,” she cries. “Totally fine! I’m so happy!” Another sob. “And so sad!” She buries her face in my neck. “I don’t want to lose my best friend, but I want you to have everything you want and deserve, and I don’t know how to express that all, so it’s coming out as tears!”

“Yeah, well now I’m gonna take you to Pound Town, and not in the fun way!”