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Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend (Rumors and Lies at Evermore High #3) Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend by Emily Lowry
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“I love you.” But the words didn’t come from me. They came from Dylan. And when they came, they knocked all thought and sense out of me. He continued. “I love you, Jordyn Jones. And I want to be with you. Forever. But if that’s not what you want, and all I get is this summer, that’s okay. Because dating you for one summer still makes me the luckiest man alive.”
Emily Lowry, Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend
“How about a chocolate shake, it’s on me, big boy,” one boy said. “Shut up.” I grinned. They were still teasing their friend. Good. If they were teasing him, maybe it was because he thought I was cute, too. Maybe he’d come back to the restaurant tomorrow, find me, ask for my number, and then who knows? I couldn’t help myself — I creeped along the backside of the restaurant and peered around the corner. The boys were walking in the other direction. The shortest of the boys pushed the tall, cute one. “Enjoy your chocolate shake. It’s free, because I’m so desperate for you to notice me.” Oof. That stung. I wasn’t desperate; I was just trying to be spontaneous. And flirty. And fun. The other boy punched the tall one in the shoulder. “You know, I’ve heard you’re only as attractive as the people that ask you out. So you should probably think about plastic surgery.” That offhand comment, that comment that I wasn’t supposed to hear, was a slap in the face on a freezing winter day.”
Emily Lowry, Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend
“I poured my last cup down the drain, found a package of mints, and stuffed one in my mouth, crunching furiously. Couldn’t ask a girl out with coffee breath, could I?”
Emily Lowry, Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend
“I was just starting to calm my nerves when the back door opened. Jordyn waltzed in. Threw her jacket on the coat rack. It fell to the floor. She glared at it, picked it up, and tried again. It stayed up this time. “Ramirez.” “Jordones.” Jordyn smirked and raised her eyebrows. “I’m sorry, what was that?” “Shut up.” “You’re so charming in the morning.” “I haven’t had my coffee,” I lied.”
Emily Lowry, Dylan Ramirez is My Forbidden Boyfriend