The Hating Game

by Sally Thorne

There’s patience and kindness beneath his asshole façade. Human decency. Humor. That smile.

Why is it I can act like a normal human with a guy like Danny, but with Josh I end up dorking out? Something is sharp in my hand and I look down. Oh shit, I’m still holding the matchbox car. “I’m a freak.” I put my face in my hands and tiny wheels roll across my cheek. “Yes.” He is gently amused. “Sorry.”

Okay i love their dynamic

“I love you, Lucy Hutton. So much, you have no idea. Please be my best friend.”