Maya Hughes

I’d been trying to play it cool with Jules. Flirty texts were one thing, but I didn’t want to be the clingy stalker guy who couldn’t stop thinking about her, and invited her to everything after one almost-kiss.

“Your lips make me forget about everything else. They make me forget about losing, about the hundred people in the hallway beside us, about anything not centered on this mouth. How’d you get so fucking sweet, Jules?”

“You can’t drop the pole dancing bomb after that move you pulled back there and think I’m not going to want to see.”