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350 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 2, 2019
"I'll remember this kiss forever. It's a kiss I've dream about."
"You kissed me. You made yourself mine when you did it."
Zara Stone @ZaraStone
When your ex-boyfriend gets engaged, you ask his idol @EvanRichards to be your date to crash his wedding. What do you say? Wanna be my date?
#myexhasapencildick
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Evan Richards @EvanRichards
Sounds like a plan. DM me.
“I’m not going to hide that you’re mine,” he says, looking straight at me.
“First thing, I’m my own person,” I tell him. “Second, we aren’t hiding anything. We are being private.” I grab another chip and dip it, waiting for him.
“You kissed me,” he states. “You kissed me. You made yourself mine when you did it.”
“Oh, for the love of everything,” I say out loud, looking up at the ceiling. “What is it with hockey men?”
I love her with everything I have. I love her like I have loved no other.
That moment you see the person who owns your heart, who can destroy you. Knowing that without her, you are going to be half the man you should be. Knowing that only with her, your heart beats normal; knowing that only with her, everything is going to be okay.
“Matthew is freaking out,” Karrie says, trying not to laugh with the phone by her ear. “Hold on, let me put him on speaker.”
“Zara.” His voice fills the room. “Are you out of your mind?” he asks in one breath and then continues. “No, don’t answer that. We all know you are out of your mind.”
“Hey, Matthew,” I say, and he stops talking. “Is it true you threw out Karrie’s vibrator?”
“Who told her that?” he hisses. “I have to be on the ice in twenty minutes. I don’t have time for this today.”
“Who asked you to get involved?” Zoe says. “I mean, you won’t even let your wife have a vibrator. She looks deprived.”
“She isn’t deprived,” he says, “and the date with Evan is never going to happen.”
“Matthew Grant,” Karrie pipes in, “don’t you dare. Your sister is brokenhearted.”
“This is going to end up on SportsCenter,” Matthew grumbles. “I have to go. Kiss the kids for me, and you twins …” I look at Zara, and she looks at me. “I’ll liquidate some stocks to make sure I have bail money.” He laughs, but my father groans.