Filthy Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #3)

by Hannah Gray

Stories. Folktales. Lies. All created in my fucked up brain in a weak attempt to take me far, far away from my reality.

I’m not only a taker, but I’m a giver too. And, boy, don’t I like to give.

I’m nobody’s Prince Charming. Unless, in your fantasy, Prince Charming fucks you silly and sends you on your way, best keep walking.

“We meet again, Wildflower.”

She’s quickly becoming the highlight of my days. I don’t date, and I sure as hell don’t do relationships or jealousy. So, why the hell am I worried she’s going to flirt with someone who isn’t me?

“I’ll admit this to you and you only, Wildflower. It’s exhausting. Always pretending to be something I’m not.”

I’ve never asked for an angel. Because an angel couldn’t handle me. Bria Collins might not be anyone’s angel, but she might just be my savior.

“Because I promise you, he chooses you. Even if he can’t do it romantically right now, it doesn’t mean he isn’t doing it at all.”

“I know it would make you happy. And, fuck, Bria, I want to see your smile.”

Slowly but surely, she’s become my favorite human being. And I don’t even think she realizes it.

Why do you make it impossible for me to say no?”

“For you, it had to be completely one of a kind. Just like you are.”

“Wildflowers for my Wildflower. Because they are resilient. No one has to nurture them for them to grow and be whatever the hell they are going to be. They do it on their own. They weather all the storms, continuing to thrive. And despite that so many flowers are planted into perfect rows or kept in plant pots just for looks … wildflowers grow where they please. They make their own rules.” Kissing my cheek, he nods. “Just like you. You’re not trying to be like every other flower you see. You’re you. And thank fuck for that. Because you’re my favorite person in the entire world.”

“You are ruining me, Bria. Single-fucking-handedly destroying me. And it’s not little by little. It’s huge fucking pieces, all at once.”

“She took me to Disney World. Disney World. And I think I fell in love with her for it. How dumb is that?”

“I love you so much that it fucking scares the hell out of me.”

“I’ve loved you since you took me to Disney World. When we watched those fireworks and you cried.” His forehead dips to mine. “My entire life, I’ve had nothing. Which means I have nothing for the world to take.” He kisses me. “I can’t lose you, Bria. You’re the closest thing I have to a family.”

“I love you so much. Come undone for me. I love watching you let go.”

I’ve never been a white picket fence sort of girl. But a white picket fence doesn’t sound so bad when Brody is the one building it.