Becca Steele

“Sometimes I wonder if you really hate him or if all this is some kind of fucked-up foreplay.”

“So you keep saying.” The corners of Milo’s lips tilted up in amusement, and I shot him a glare. He smirked at me.

I’d been dreaming about Asher, and now my fucking dick was hard?

“I hate you so fucking much.” His voice was a low, savage rasp

He looked so fucking hot when he was all angry—no, wait. I didn’t think he was hot.

This started with us; it has to end with us

I don’t care if you’re gay, straight, Levi-sexual

I craved him, and the more time we spent together, the more I wanted him.

When he finally finished speaking, he batted his lashes at me, his eyes wide, and fuck him for being so gorgeous that I’d agree to anything, even breaking the strict curfew we were under.

“Staying away from you isn’t working.”