Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

Not to mention he is seriously hot as fuck, in an innocent, I-have-no-clue kind of way. And fuck, his eyes. I’ve never seen anything like them in my entire life. One is a shocking emerald green, sparkling with life and happiness. And the other is nearly as dark as my own, swimming in shadows and depth. They’re fucking hypnotizing.

I’ve known I was bi for a few years now, but I’ve never been with a guy or even crushed on one. Girls have always been more. . . available to me, but I’m much pickier when it comes to the male species. But now. . . This boy. . . this boy has me all twisted up inside, and I’m ready to fucking unravel for him.

He’s too good for me, of that I’m certain. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out. Regardless, I’m still going for him, even if I have to be his friend first.

You’d think four science classes would stop my crazy plan to win Lincoln Anderson over. To bring him out of his shell. Shake him up a bit. Do something a little reckless and fun. But it won’t—I’m determined. And I’m going to flip his life upside down. I think I have my first boy crush.

Guess he’s kind of forced me to adopt him or something. He has those big puppy dog eyes, and they are working.

“Side quest. Make Lincoln say fuck.” His eyes twinkle, and I know he’s teasing me. “I won’t.” “Oh, I bet you will. Bet I’ll make you.” His voice is deep and sultry.

Is he insinuating what I think he is? No. There’s no possible way a guy like Remi could be gay. I would never be that lucky.

I want to taste him. Consume him from the inside out.

Take care of him. Don’t hurt him. This is important, and I don’t take my earlier declaration lightly. Start as friends, then make him more. Make him mine.

“You’re the boy next door?” he asks, his deep voice full of disbelief and. . . excitement? A slow grin pulls at his lips until a full-blown smile is on display. “Oh, this is fucking gold.”

His tinkling laughter is a beautiful melody I want to capture and preserve forever. Trap it in a little glass jar like the lightning bugs dancing outside. I love his voice, his laugh, his eyes, his smile. . . Fuck, he’s captivating. And it’s hard not to be completely and totally obsessed.

It’s the full-circle realization that I don’t want to be friends. Or best friends. I want to be more, so much more. I’m talking life-altering, soul-consuming, the I-can’t-breath-without-you type of more.

“Focus on me, Linc. Focus on my words. I need you, too. I’ve needed you every moment of every day since the second I spotted you pulling into school on your moped. I could never forget you. Not in a million years. Do you understand what I’m saying?”

“Show me everything inside your soul, Remi. Let me carry the burden with you, handle the lows and celebrate the highs. We’re a team. Can’t you see that? We’ve been a team since day one.”