J.

To all the readers who love simp bad boys who fall first.

There you are, Trouble. I’ve been looking for you.”

The things I wanted to do to her were anything but clean.

Me: Are you reading dirty books, Sidney?

It was past 2:00 a.m. “Uh-huh?” Her voice was sleepy but clear.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, alright?”

“Are you trying to be my friend, Jax?”

Not that I expected anything less. Alex had always been a bit of a puck slut.

“She’s going to spit in your beer,”

“Eh, never know. I might like it.”