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It’s not my milkshake that brings Kieran Kendall to my yard. Okay, maybe it’s a little bit my milkshake. But I also like to think it’s my dazzling personality and my magical… uhm… you get the idea.
Since meeting Kieran, my first, second, and admittedly third impressions of him have changed radically. Not surprising, since he was a prize D during at least two of those encounters. What I should be doing is running from the college basketball star who checks so many of my dream-guy boxes. But do you know how hard it is to find a hot guy who’s as smart as he is talented?
And I’m not just talking about his talent on the basketball court. Heck no.
It’s easy to get distracted by him, because of him, yet as far as he’s concerned, I’m the one who’s a distraction and throwing his carefully constructed plans out of whack.
I should be sorry. I should also be better at guarding my heart.
But Kieran Kendall is under my skin, and getting him to break his rules is far too much fun.
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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: 18-25
Protagonist 2 Age: 18-25
Tropes: Big Character / Little Character, Coming of Age, Coming Out / Closeted, Find Love and Come Out, Geek and Jock, Opposites Attract, Out for You, Smartass Twinks
Word Count: 81000
Setting: US, Small-Town Georgia
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
He takes a step back, narrowed eyes drifting down to my hoodie before meeting my gaze. “Nice hoodie.”
I clench my jaw, certain he’s being a sarcastic prick, and leave to find Simone.
As soon as we’re out of earshot, Lana grabs my arm and leans in. “Holy shit, that was Kieran Kendall.”
“I have no idea who that is.”
“He’s the Bears’ captain, their star player.”
I snort. “Figures. It explains why he thinks he can be rude, leaning over me like that.” While I’m not the shortest guy in the world, I’ve been told more than once, often loudly, that I’m petite and cute. Sounds nice, right? Those descriptors? Yeah, they can be, unless it’s with dripping derision, as though being a little shorter than average is something I should be ashamed of. Screw that, fuck you very much.
READ MOREI’m perfectly compact and just the right side of fabulous. I promise I’m not completely egotistical either. But seriously, ego is my armor, as well as my long lashes and my snippy mouth.
We stop near a wall and angle to take in the rest of the room.
“He’s usually really decent and down-to-earth. I’ve never known him like that before.”
I sigh. It seems I have a gift for bringing out the asshole in people. “Lucky me.” I hate that I’m shaken and frustrated. What’s also pissing me off? How freakin’ hot the guy is.
She nudges me. “Don’t sweat it. Focus on having a few drinks and having a good night.”
“Now that I can do.” I bring my red cup to my mouth and take a large gulp, peering around to track down Simone. I need to unwind after that encounter. Maybe I overreacted—probably… maybe—but defensive, remember?
Kieran Kendall isn’t someone I need to be worried about. We clearly don’t run in the same circles. Nor can I imagine being in any of the same classes. Athletes are known for general studies, right? Shh, I know I’m being totally judgmental, but the dude deserves it. I can begrudgingly admire him from afar when he’s on the court. Well, if he proves he really is a god on the basketball court. Admittedly, I’m interested to see for myself if that’s true. Purely for my love of the game, of course.
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