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200 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 10, 2018


Irresistibly Yours (Oxford, #1)
I Wish You Were Mine (Oxford, #2)
Someone like You (Oxford, #3)
I Knew You Were Trouble (Oxford, #4)
I Think I Love You (Oxford, #5)“Be brutally honest. Am I giving off some sort of weird vibe? Does it say platonic across my forehead? Or do I have an unremarkable label on my boobs?”
Taylor leaned in and studied Brit’s chest. “Nope, all good there.”
“I wouldn’t have asked anyone else,”she said quietly. Truthfully. “I can’t imagine anything more vulnerable than asking someone to tell you why you’re unlovable.”
“Brit.”He put his glass down sharply.
“I didn’t mean it like that,”she rushed to explain. “Really, I didn’t. I promise I don’t think I’m not worth loving. I just . . . I do sometimes wonder why I’m not finding love when everyone around me is.”
“I’m not.”
"Well . . .”She smiled a little. “You don’t want to.”
“How do you know?”
“Because you’re good with women. Really good. If you wanted to make one of those relationships last, you’d have your pick of anyone.”
“Brit.” He waited until she looked at him. “That dress you’re wearing. I approve.”
“Yeah?” She mimicked his question from when she’d complimented his glasses.
“ Oh yeah.”
Brit suddenly couldn’t breathe, and her hands felt a little shaky, her face hot.
Well, then . . .
Well, then . . .
What did she do with that ?
And why did it make her feel like this ?
She stretched, the hem of her shirt riding up just enough to show a sliver of skin. A couple of weeks ago, he wouldn’t have noticed.
Now? He noticed.
And it wasn’t just that. He noticed the way she walked. The way a strand of hair tended to fall across her lips after she’d applied lip gloss and then laughed. He noticed the way she was with his family, as though she was a part of it. . . .
Brit tilted her head and gave him a curious look. “You okay?”
No. Not even fucking close.
Brit skated away, doing a little half jump, but Hunter remained still for a moment longer, a bit jarred by the fact that he hadn’t touched her because of her plan; he hadn’t been trying to teach her anything.
He’d touched her because he wanted to.
And he wanted to do it again.
Brit turned toward him, catching his eye and giving a wide smile.
Hunter’s chest tightened, and for an awful moment he wondered if it wasn’t his dick that was going to cause him the real trouble.
What if it was his heart?
“Hunter,” Brit said with a laugh. This time she put her hands on his arms and actually tried to move him aside.
He still didn’t move.
She looked up, her expression confused. “Hunter?”
He stared down at her. Don’t do it. Don’t do it, man.
Fuck it.
Hunter bent down and captured her mouth with his.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
