Bad Boy (The Loyal Boys, #2)

by Charli Meadows

Anti-Hero by Taylor Swift

Bad Habit by Steve Lacy

cherry wine by Zachary Knowles

Another Love by Tom Odell

I wish I could tell her—like how keeping me away from her overbearing, rich-as-fuck parents instead kept me with a drunk and abusive dad. But I’ve never told her that. She doesn’t even know the half of it. Well, she obviously knew he was a drunk, but I hid everything else pretty well. She worked all the time and was hardly home. He never put his hands on her, only me. I made sure of it.

I think I have my first boy crush.

“I’m gay!” I shout unceremoniously, tactlessly. My mother would be appalled, probably more about the shouting than the fact that I’m gay. Although, trust me. She’ll hate that, too. “I’ve never told anyone that before. Ever,” I admit, tucking my hands under my thighs so they’ll stop shaking.

Start as friends, then make him more. Make him mine.

“This dinner got me thinking, Preppy. I wanted to let you know that I’m thankful for you. And I guess the academy, too. For assigning you as my student advisor. Because honestly, Linc, you’re the best thing that’s happened to me in a really long time.”

“Tell me, dude. Is it intestines or something? Fuck, are we eating the turkey’s asshole?!”

So, with that being said—in addition to welcoming Raina and Remi to Hunter Springs—Diana, Sean, Kendra, and I would like to announce the official courtship of Lincoln James and Sierra Marie. With the intention of an engagement upon Sierra’s high school completion and enrollment into Columbia alongside Lincoln. We’ll have a grand wedding after college.

“I fucking need you, Lincoln Anderson,” he whispers passionately, never taking his eyes from mine.

I can’t stop staring at him. I clear my throat before I tongue him in front of his friends and give Grady a stroke and Sierra a lady boner.

There’s no going back. He’s mine. I fucking love him.

“Fuck. Lincoln. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

“Good. Because I love you too, Remi. So much. And I want you to show me again.”

“Hello, Son,” he says in a chilly tone that sends ice down my spine. My heart jumps into my throat, and my mouth goes dry. As much as I talk a big game, to see him standing here in my room, with a gun pointed at me and my boyfriend. . .

Otto clambers to his knees and rears his fist back. “For Raina. And for the son that should have been mine all along.”