One of the girls who has been mooning over Baylor since the beginning of the semester raises her hand, as if she needs permission to speak. I pick up a knife and hack at the frittata. He was not the asshole playboy that Anna assumes he was, he's sweet and charming and at times his emotional struggles never failed to pull at every heart string I had. Forget overdone drama, the angst here was on a whole other level. I can't say enough how much I loved this book! Everything I love in a romance. The hold is proprietary and clearly marks us as a unit.
Drew opens the door to the stairwell for me. My mind is stuck on one thing. Heat rises to my cheeks as I stand there, staring back at him. Our heroine is a young woman who is so terrified of being judged by others by living in the limelight with Drew, that she would rather break her own heart than come out of the shadows in which she hides. It was swoony, sweet, and sexy. He was a little bit irrational, but i forgive him! But Drew is goddamn stubborn and will not give up till he gets Anna.
Speaking of which, why are you calling me now? No, it was more like oh, hell-yes-please, I'll have that. If only she could ignore his heated stares and stop thinking about doing hot and dirty things with him. She stops short as she sees us, and George, who is following close behind, slams into her. Having been chubby for most of my adolescence has left me sensitive. Even I was worked up and sweaty and gawking and I wanted to jump their bones too. And enough to make my toes curl in my beloved Vogs.
I suppose I should invite him in first. They might not always agree with me, but an intelligent argument was valued. It might be different depending on the school, but typically coaches think it would be too much of a distraction and, quite honestly, it would be veritably impossible to do both. I want to burrow in and let him take my pain. The moment I do, it will be over. Drew gives my shoulder a light squeeze as he looks at me. Baylor lounges against the door, one long leg crossed over the other, his arms lightly folded over his broad chest.
God damn, but he looks fine, his long striding legs encased in worn and faded jeans that hug his thick thighs. The corner of his mouth trembles. What first begins as a scorching hot hookup, soon begins to develop into something so much more, something that Anna is not ready to face. I could understand her fears and I supported her, but she was pissing me off. Both Anna and Drew are likable main characters.
Mistake number two: becoming visibly protective. He simply moves his desk closer to mine, until our arms brush, sparking off more tingles of feeling over my skin. His breath is a raw, uncontrolled sound behind me, his heat palpable against my exposed skin. Unfortunately it also has a way of letting a wound fester and burrow deep beneath the skin. Believe me, I was referring to the best of places. Me: How did you get my number? His mouth finds that vulnerable spot on my neck as he wraps his body around mine.
His emotional commitment to Anna was nothing short of extraordinary. Are we just supposed to go at it? And I always consider not hating or being irritated to death by the heroine to be a win. Curvy, red hair girl, who used to be invisible, didn't believe that a guy like Drew would choose a girl like her. My mind screamed, Do something, you idiot!. I was no longer that weird loner who everyone assumed was smoking up before class. Drew was the star of the campus, he liked Anna and he went after her.
Now if you're a half-assed blurb reader and occasionally make assumptions like me, you probably read this: The rules: no kissing on the mouth, no staying the night, no telling anyone, and above all… No falling in love. Instalove: Not in the usual way. Not that Whitney notices his sarcasm. The horny bastard wants Anna, not my hand. My heart promptly begins to race.
The second class ended I shot up, and so did she. Drew stops at the entrance to the room and simply looks at me. Give me those wide, green eyes. Her and Drew together was electric, charged and completely satisfying. Tossing my keys on the hall table, I make my way through the open concept living-dining room. A quick mind is nearly irresistible to me. It's been so he drives, but i read! And that energy bounces back over me, lifting the little hairs along my skin, tripping up the steady beat of my heart.
One day, love will creep up and smack you upside the head. Warily, I look over, and he regards me for a moment before giving a small shrug. Nice to see a football player portrayed with intelligence, control and sensitivity. And Anna is not exactly as calm and quiet as she seems, apparently, because she immediately gives Drew a piece of her mind for the ridiculous nickname. Because the object of my affection hates me.