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460 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 27, 2021
💧the shower scene at their football camp😏 i was low-key squealing— the tension as Dacen slowly wiped the steam off the glass while staring intensely at Ryne... the tension was palpable wow. i mean, they didn’t even touch and i was fangirling omg.
💧when Ryne washes Dacen’s hands for him at the sink— like them just staring at each other while their fingers were all entwined... i am a whore, your honour.
💧HE TOOK DACEN TO A WATERFALL🥺 like y’all know when one MC takes another to like a “special spot” it’s gonna go juicy. and it was.
”I SAID,” I snap at him with more venom than I’d intended so I clear my throat and start again. “I said he’s blindingly bright, like an almost hurts the eyes kind of thing.” Heat creeps across my cheeks and for once Tyler is silent. Even though I’m alone in my room, I pull the hood of my sleeveless shirt over both my headset and head and tug it down low.
It doesn’t work though, and his own expression morphs into a smile so deep dimples appear on his cheeks. I don’t know what’s so amusing though. “What?” My head cocks to the side and my eyes roam over his face. I have the sudden urge to dig my pointer finger into one of his dimples just to see what it feels like.
Ryne fights his smile again and somehow that non-smile is one of the best smiles I’ve ever been on the receiving end of. My face breaks out into a sleepy grin, and then my breath catches when he reaches forward and gently pokes one of my dimples with his index finger.
I know he doesn’t ask for it and certainly doesn’t want it, but at this moment a little piece of my heart breaks free and skips precariously close to Ryne’s open hand as he draws it back to his side.
He shifts his weight from one foot to the other and stares at the glass case while he speaks. “It should be illegal in all fifty states for you to smile with those dimples. They’re major assault weapons.” Ryne turns toward me again and this time when he reaches a hand out he doesn’t pull away. The backs of his fingers brush along my cheek. “These things could easily bring a guy to his knees.”
A grin breaks out on my face and Ryne startles me when he reaches over and pokes my dimple. I wonder if there’s such a thing as dimple kink. The thought deepens my grin even more, and beside me, Ryne sucks in a breath. He lets it out slowly.
When Dacen beams at me, I reach over and brush the backs of my fingers over one of his dimples, because that’s the only way I know how to say the things that are trying to take shape in my head.
“And just so you know.” Evie tugs on my wrist and I look down again. “You’re worth every hand squish that has happened and may happen in the future. Okay?”
How did I get so lucky as to have this girl as my best friend?
“I don’t know how you did it, but you weaseled your way into my cold, dead heart and breathed life back into it. Now my heart, my mind, my body are all filled with your empathy, your love, your weirdness.” I place a gentle kiss on his lips and speak my next words with my forehead against his. “And I wouldn’t have it any other way. You own my heart. I love you, Taco Socks. I’m in this for the long haul.”
"Here. Take them. They're for you."
I bite my lip and slip my bag on. "What's it for?"
"Just take the damn things," he snaps out when I don't reach for them. The drink and bag get unceremoniously deposited into my hands
"Take all of me into that sassy mouth of yours and swallow. I want to feel myself in here." I grip his throat with one hand and squeeze gently. "While I fuck you here." I brush my thumb over his lips and shove it inside. He swirls his tongue, tasting me until I pull it out and grab my dick. I pump twice slowly.
"Open up, D."








