Josh Aterovis

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You'll be happy to know that Brayden plays a much bigger role in this version!

Honestly, I love Brayden!

I looked into Kody's silver-gray eyes and fought for breath. My heart felt like it was trying to pound its way out of my chest. Had he just asked me to stay? At that moment, I wanted to do that more than anything. It felt so right just lying there in his arms, but I reminded myself that he was drunk. He didn't know what he was saying. I'd been in his position enough times to understand that this wasn't the same as consent. Before I could react, he leaned forward in a clumsy attempt to

Someone had finally turned the music down. It had been almost deafening when we'd arrived, even though the party hadn't even officially started yet. I say officially, because the party was clearly already well underway for the hosts who lived in the apartment, including Nick's teammate Ethan. My man was absolutely zooted and completely useless. At least I understood why Nick had been asked to be the cohost when he didn't even live there. He was obviously the responsible team member.

"I can explain everything, just don't fire Kody," I said, holding out my hands in the universal sign for Please don't kill me. Max burst into laughter, and I belatedly realized that her reddening face had only been a sign of impending mirth, not anger. My face flushed, and I stood awkwardly while she laughed herself out. Before she could pull herself together, the door opened again and the blonde woman — Marla? — entered. She took stock of Max's tear-stained face and me standing behind

Oops...we even double checked, but I see they went out of business this year. Oh well.

I couldn't believe I was actually talking to the Golden Boy. And I finally knew his name. Jake. Jake Sheridan. I couldn't stop saying his name in my head. It was the perfect name for the guy of my dreams. And he was so kind, helping me clean up my mess. It was partially his fault, anyway, for being so damn hot. It wasn’t fair to us mere mortals. All those thoughts were flooding through my head as we mopped up the puddle of water. His voice suddenly cut through my inner

After my morning coffee, I returned to my room, but Foster was still sound asleep. The sheets had twisted around his body while he slept and he was exposed from the waist up. It could have been worse, I thought to myself. He's not my type, but at least he has a nice body. Still a shame about that face, though. I decided I didn't want to hang around the room, mostly because I was tired of reading and I didn't want to play video games in case it woke Foster up and I was forced to convers

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I HAVE BEEN CORRECTED. Mr. Dabeagle never worked in a coffee shop. His imagination is just THAT GOOD.

I have every confidence that you will find some less pleasant characters eventually. 😉

This chapter was all Dabeagle! I'm sure I meddled here and there, but he wrote all of Kody's chapters and I wrote all of Jake's. We collaborated heavily and reworked scenes together, but he gets all the credit for Kody!