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304 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 25, 2014













"You're about ten seconds from asking me to drop my pants, aren't you?"
"I think," he says, grazing my skin with the tip of his nose, "you're not as different from everyone else here as you think. We definitely have common interests."
"You are so pretty," he whispers against my mouth. "And smart. I'm not all about the looks, you know?"
I reach between us and smooth my hand over his hard abs. "Well, I am. Totally."
"It was amazing the first time." Marshall presses his body to mine, dipping his head low to kiss my neck, my collarbone, my bare shoulders. "But I keep thinking about all the places on you that my lips haven't touched yet, and i don't know if you're a girl who could possibly come more than once--I'd really love to find out. And we've only done it on a bed. Never a chair or a table..."
Does he want to take me up against the wall, woo me with flowers and dates, or make friendship bracelets?
In the poetic style of shirtless Carson: Fuck you, Marshall Collins. Make up your fucking mind.
"Marsh is your boyfriend, right?"
I clutch the jeans and a sweater to my chest, my gaze bouncing between the three of them who all seemed to be waiting patiently for my answer. "I'm...I'm not sure. I haven't actually used that word before," I say, stalling. "And I don't feel comfortable without getting a second opinion first."
“Let’s get you moved in, Isabel.”
“Izzy,” I correct him… “thanks for helping, Marshall.”
He stares at my hand before deciding to shake it. “Marsh.”
“You name tag says Marshall.”
“And your registration says Isabel.”
“Was the weak attempt at hitting me with a shoe a movement or responsiveness? With many species, the mating process starts with a little squabble. Are you trying to create offspring with me Izzy?”