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190 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 18, 2018




”Say you choose me, and we’ll go, right now.”

🤌 Nate’s possessiveness, obsession, protection and touch him and literally die vibes made me swoon for a triple murderer, who would have thought?
🫦The scene where the power cuts off, like, oh my god 😮💨
🤌 Nate’s and Alfie’s hushed conversations and flirting through the cell door
🫦 The phone sex
🤌 The gifts and drawings
🫦 The through-the-hatch action
🤌 The ‘Let me see you’
🫦 The ’You drive me crazy’ & ‘You have no idea what you’re doing to me’
🤌 The ‘I hate you, No you don’t’
🫦 Their fist time 🥵
🤌 The epilogue and their HEA
👑 Also I loved Queenie!
“Yeah, you got that right. I shouldn’t have fallen for you, and you shouldn’t have fallen for me, but here we are, Freshman, and now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go.”
“All I have in here is time, and I use it thinking of you. I’ve lived lives with you in my head. These fantasies we talk about aren’t fantasies to me. They’re promises for when I get out. They’re futures.”






Alfie's mouth had gone dry, and he forced himself to swallow. "It's not gonna fit."
"Aww, more sweet words from my Freshman."
“It can’t happen again. Won’t happen—”
“Can’t, won’t, but we both know it will.”
“But it shouldn’t,” Alfie gasped.
Nate snorted. “Yeah you got that right. I shouldn’t have fallen for you, and you shouldn’t have fallen for me, but here we are, Freshman, and now I’ve got you, I’m not letting you go.”

Alfie narrowed his eyes and pulled back his lip. “I hate you.”
Nate sighed and pinched the brow of his nose. “No, you don’t. That’s the problem…”
“Nate, you can’t call me. I have to report you.”
“We both know you won’t. Just imagine I’m your hot boyfriend, overseas and we can only talk on the phone. You miss me, want me to come home to you, but you accept you have to wait for now.”
Alfie released his hair and pinched the bridge of his nose. “But you’re not. You’re in prison for murder, and I’m your prison officer.”
“So, you’re not straight then?”
“None of your business, is it?”
“No, it’s not, but I’m curious. Do you have a boyfriend, Freshman?”
“Would it bother you if I did?”
Nate snorted, but didn’t answer.
Alfie waited, then sighed and turned to walk away.
“Yes,” Nate hissed. “It would bother me. It would make me jealous, very jealous.”
“Then no, I don’t have a boyfriend.”
Nate groaned, a long low rumble that made Alfie shiver. He knew Nate was about to say something crude, or ask him to open the hatch, but he didn’t give him the chance.
“I don’t have a boyfriend. I have two.”
He stomped hard as he left, and the metal of the prison vibrated and rang in his wake. It deafened him to anything else Nate said, and he smiled smugly to himself.
“You know what, Queenie? Out of all the prisoners, I’m glad it was you I had to kiss.”
“That’s cruel, Freshman,” Nate murmured. “It was CPR, nothing sexual. Any boner Queenie had was from the teabags, not you.”
“Yeah, that kiss in the cell was CPR, but what about the one in the lobby.”
The tapping nails stopped, and Alfie stared at Nate door, eyebrow raised as he waited for a reaction.
“Jesus, Alfie, you’ll get me in the shit. He’s messing with you, Nate.”
“I know he is,” Nate mumbled, “but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t jealous Freshman’s lips were around yours first.”
Alfie lifted his chin, smug with himself. He moved along to Nate’s cell, knowing an inch of steel and a chunky cell lock separated them. “First, and last.”
Nate hummed in amusement. “Maybe I’ll shove teabags down my throat till I pass out. Then you’d have to kiss me.”
Alfie shrugged. “I’d get Henry.” (the old man that has phlegm cough issues)
Queenie howled with laughter and hit his fist to the wall.
Alfie grinned so hard it felt tight on his face.



