Remy Duval was my high school crush and secret first kiss, but he’s also so much more. A painter, a tattoo artist, my best friend’s older brother…and Bailey’s sworn enemy. It was easier to keep my distance the past two years, but now that Bailey and I are attending Franklin University with him, I’m only drawn to Remy more. I should be loyal to my best friend, focus on classes and swim team, but the more I see Remy around campus, the harder it becomes to stay away.
My brother hates me, but that’s nothing new. I’ll take the fall for ruining our family if it means doing the right thing. But as soon as my brother and his best friend show up on campus, I know I’m in trouble. Alex is all grown up, and I can’t help wanting him, especially when he’s in those tiny swim briefs that emphasize everything.
One kiss leads to more, and before we know it, we’re tumbling into secret, no strings attached hookups. But who knew Alex would understand me in ways few others have? And I think, just maybe, I understand him too.
I keep telling myself it’s temporary. Alex doesn’t want to disappoint his best friend and after what my parents went through, I’m not looking to settle down. Making waves is nothing new but the further I fall, the more I drag Alex in the deep end with me.
“Would you mind holding mine too?” Jordan asked from behind Alex.
“What am I, a coatrack?” I huffed an overly exaggerated breath.
Alex bit back a grin. “If you don’t dance, that’s what you become.”
I shook my head and took Jordan’s jacket off his hands.
My eyes tracked Alex the whole way to the dance floor, where he lifted his arms in the air, closed his eyes, and took in the music. Fucking hell, I could watch him all night.
In the middle of the second song, Jordan stripped off his top, and to my utter amazement, Alex followed suit. He wiped his brow with the fabric, then hung the shirt around his neck. His smile was shy and his eyes hungry as they sought mine. My gaze panned from his hair to his chest, where his nipples stood prominent, either from the cool air hitting them or my admiring eyes. Alex dipped his head and turned away, giving me his back, and that ass…not at all a bad view.
Except it got better and a hell of a lot more interesting when both of them pushed down their pants to reveal their swim briefs underneath. “They draped the pants over their shoulders and kept dancing, receiving appreciative glances from every direction, and I was getting hot under the collar—or rather, Alex’s collar. Even Steve perked up and began dancing with Jordan, his hands as greedy as his eyes.
I waffled between staring openly at Alex and marching onto the dance floor to throw his jacket over his shoulders. Especially when there were more hands and eyes on him as a result, like sharks circling the waters. Alex was eating it up, though, even as his skin flushed pink and his eyes kept darting in my direction every other second to check that I was watching him.
Once the song ended, Alex was winded, his neck rosy red, and he could barely meet my eyes as he slipped his pants back on but kept his shirt hanging around his neck. He left the dance floor alone and made a beeline toward me.
Some angst! Be still my heart! Ok, the angst was meh…
Best friend’s brother, bi awakening. The angst comes from Remy telling his mother that his father has been cheating. Of course that leads to divorce, but Remy’s brother thinks Remy destroyed the family.
Alex is the best friend of Remy’s brother, Bailey, and had a one night thing with Remy 2 years ago. Now that they are all at the same college, Alex is torn between being a good friend to Bailey and following his feelings for Remy.
Listen, Bailey needed a smack upside the head. Like what a whiny little brat! I’m surprised that his mother put up with it. But because Bailey is still mad at Remy, Alex and Remy have to hide and keep their friends with benefits on the down low.
The book was ok. Bailey took up too much page time being a brat and it detracted from the romance between Remy and Alex. And as much as I try to suspend reality when reading but for Remy to be a tattoo artist without going through years of training bugged me.
I appreciated that Alex and Bailey were involved in a different sport (swimming) instead of football or baseball, the usual ones. But for all the talk of their schedules, they made time to have social lives.
Just a bit lacking for me…
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Once upon a time, Christina Lee was a wardrobe stylist in New York City. She spent her days schlepping clothes, hailing cabs, and on the hunt for the perfect lip gloss, which became a bit of an addiction—along with books and coffee. You could always find her perched in a corner booth of a favorite diner sipping a dark roast and reading.
She currently lives in the Midwest with her husband and son—her two favorite guys. She’s been a clinical social worker and a special education teacher and while very rewarding, they still didn’t feel like an exact fit. It wasn’t until she began writing a weekly column for the local newspaper that the bells went off in her head. She could finally draw from her real-life experiences and vivid imagination to write fiction—and she’s never looked back.
Christina writes romance in different sub-genres, but mostly with LGBTQ characters because representation matters and everyone deserves a happily-ever-after.
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