Foolish Puckboy (Puckboys, #4)

by Eden Finley

Aleks, now planted in his chair, turns and looks up at me with big eyes. “I’d have your babies.” And I’m assuming that was meant to be quiet, but he fucking shouts it.

A loud thump breaks me out of my search, and when I glance up, my nerves shoot into my throat. There, on the other side of the glass, is Aleks, shit-eating grin in place. “What? We’re not interesting enough for you?” he taunts.

“I gotta go. You better watch me.” “Why the fuck do you think I’m here?”

“We have to work our way up to grinding.” Gabe stands and holds out his hand. “I don’t want to interrupt their moment.” They’re the only two out there, and isn’t that like a wedding no-no, upstaging the ones getting married? Gabe doubles over and winces as if he’s in pain. “Ouch, fuck.” I jump off the couch. “What’s wrong? Where hurts?” “My pride,” he croaks. “I’m feeling rejected again. The only cure is dancing. Help me, Aleks. Help meeeee.”

Somehow, I think Gabe’s going to make all my first experiences worth the wait.

“You organized that.” “Yep.” “For those animals.” “I was worried they’d force you to house them, and then I’d have to deal with your face constantly swollen and red.” He pokes my cheek. “I like these dimples way too much.” “Joke all you like. I see you, Aleksander Emerson.”

“That sounds amazing. Do you think they’ll go for it?” “It came as news to me, but apparently, my new team will do anything for me. I’m kind of a big deal.”

“I want the truth. I don’t care if the fans hate me. I don’t care if they think I’m a bad-luck charm. I only care about what you think. What you want.” “I want you.” He smiles. “Then go tell them you have me.”