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.

I’m going to flip his life upside down.

I think I have my first ...

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.

Can your balls explode? Is that possible? There’s gotta be at least a gallon of jizz in there.

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?”

“Oh, this is fucking gold.”

He’s ruining me for anyone else. And I can’t find it in me to care at all.

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.

I focus on the words in my story, distracting myself from the worry attempting to take over my brain. I let time fly by with alien worlds, faraway solar systems, and time travel.

can’t back down and submit to

resist. “And you’re hella forward, being in my house and all.” He chuckles to himself. “So much fire.”

“Arch your back and stick your ass out. I wanna see that untouched hole.”

“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.”