Cam was already on his feet, waiting for me. I arched my brow at him. "Following me?" "Like a true serial killer,"… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
You do know him, so that's a lame excuse." It was a lame excuse, but it was the best I had. "How… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“It was too early for any of my friends to have come home. Hell, it wasn't even nine yet, which meant it… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
We also told her you weren't a serial killer," Brit interjected. Cam nodded. "That's a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he's not… — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“That’s a glowing recommendation. Hey, at least he’s not a serial killer. I’m going to put that on my Facebook profile.” — J. Lynn Copy Share Image
“I really don’t think you could appear any badder, Ollie.” He huffed as he kicked up his legs onto the coffee table. “At least… — J. Lynn Copy Share
Did he only wear a shirt during class? Oh my God, he seriously lived across the hall. Jacob was going to flip... and probably… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“What I needed was to lose myself in a good book, one with tons of sex and angst, complete with an unbelievable happily-ever-after that… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“As cocky as this sounds, I knew I could walk onto that campus and get a date with the nearest available girl. Probably even… — J. Lynn Copy Share
The silence was killing me. And that's all there ever was. Silence. It was all I knew. Keep quiet. Pretend nothing had happened, that… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“I never swallowed before. The idea of it wigged me out, but not with him. Apparently, it was my inner porn star.” — J. Lynn Copy Share
I want you. Bad. Right now. Against the wall. On my bed. The floor and maybe in the bathroom later. I have a shower… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“I am so dying to know what cookies are slang for.” “Probably his cock,” Jacob plopped down on the arm of the couch. “Oh… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“Why got plans today, hon, and we got to check out, get home, shower, and if you get up now, we'll have enough time… — J. Lynn Copy Share
“He really cares about you," ... "When you were hurt, he wouldn't leave your side." "I know." "No, I mean ...we hear about how… — J. Lynn Copy Share
My bag hit the floor, spilling overpriced books and pens across the shiny floor. My pens! My glorious pens rolled everywhere. — J. Lynn Copy Share
