Chapters (48)
- Cover
- PRAISE FOR ALEXA MARTIN’S PLAYBOOK SERIES
- Titles by Alexa Martin
- Dedication
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Epilogue
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- About the Author
- What’s next onyour reading list?
He tosses me the remote. “Doesn’t matter to me, you can pick.”
Now, I can plan an entire event without help. What colors? No problem. Plan a menu? I got it handled. But when it comes to choosing what to watch? That’s a different story.
There are just too many options and I always fall back to the same handful of shows.
“Ummm . . .” I hand him back the remote. “It’s probably for the best if you pick. We’ll be here all night if it’s up to me.”
“That’d be fine with me,” he says before he starts clicking his way through movie options.
And lucky for me, he does this with his eyes trained on the TV because my jaw is just dangling helplessly while I openly stare at him.
That’d be fine with me? What the fuck does that even mean?!
I’m sure he just means that he’d be happy not to have to drive me back home or something meaningless like that. But another part of me, the part of me staring at his perfect profile with his parted, full lips and the way his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat as he chews his candy, is hoping it means he wants me to spend the night because he wants to be with me.
“What about Get Out?” He startles me out of my thoughts and I snap my head around, hoping I wasn’t caught staring at him.
“Um, yeah,” I clear my throat and stare at the screen without really seeing. “That sounds good.”
Now, if I was in my right state of mind, one where I wasn’t just caught being a total freaking creep—again!—I would’ve remembered that I haven’t seen Get Out because I’m a total scaredy-cat and I’m going to have to figure out a way to live my life, alone, in my condo again once this night is over.
Instead, I was too busy staring at his throat to have any cohesive thoughts float through my brain. Self-preservation is something I really need to get.
“Um, Elle?” Quinton asks not long after the movie starts. “Are you alright?”
I don’t know just how long the movie has been playing, but I know we’re getting to the part where shit’s about to break loose. And being the person that I am, I’m not only covering my eyes . . . but plugging my ears as well.
“Yup! Totally fine.” I give him a quick thumbs-up before putting my hand back over my face.