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213 pages, Paperback
First published July 24, 2018







I nudged him off me after a minute or so. Hot sex or not, a girl needed to wipe and get panties. And pee. That was real life, and while pornstars might have gone to sleep like that, I was no pornstar and the camera wasn’t about to shut off on me.
"You’re adorable when you blush." Adam grinned.
"Thank God," I drawled. "That was my life goal. Be adorable. Now, I can get it in neon lights over my bed."
"Did you just call me honey?"
"Would you prefer I reverted to Hockey Boy?"
"No, actually. I wouldn’t."
"All right. Hockey Boy it is."
"You have. I’m quite fond of it." He grinned and flicked his thumb over my lower lip. "I never claimed I wasn’t sarcastic myself. Actually, I think you bring it out in me. Is it infectious?"
"No. It’s a language for smart people. It’s how we confuse the idiots."
He nodded. "It’s hard. Why do you think I’m single?"
"I dunno. I assumed you had a really bad habit. Like biting your toenails or something."
"But that’s just my opinion, and opinions are like assholes. Everybody has one."


“God he was beautiful. I’ll-chisel-you-into-marble kinda beautiful. The kind of beautiful that should be displayed in museums for years to come. In a hundred years, people would marvel at the statue of him the way we did the Mona Lisa today.”








I know this is fake, all right? I know that we'll probably never see each other after Monday. But that doesn't mean that my attraction to you right now isn't very, very fucking real.
Poppy Dunn, with her red hair and her brown eyes and her smartass mouth, was someone I could see myself falling for.
I'm not afraid to tell him how I feel. I'm afraid to fall in love and get my heart broken.

