Rose Alsabahi

“In Kai’s defense, it was hard to forget a six-foot-six slab of muscle that shadowed your every move. It was especially hard when they wore their shirts tight enough to count their abs and smelled like rain and sex and poor life choices. He closed his eyes, attempting to regulate his teenage hormones and wildly thumping heart before Rhys smelled it on him.”
― Martina McAtee, Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things