My heart fluttered on Kaylee’s behalf. Being called lovely in an Irish accent…well that’s swoonworthy stuff, take my word for it.

No one would ever make the mistake of calling this guy cute. This guy was sexy. Incredibly, dangerously, devastatingly sexy.

Our teacher, Mr. Stratton, was way distracting with his angular face and broad shoulders. The dark-rimmed glasses he wore had caused many a breathy sigh from his students when he’d adjusted them on his face. One time he’d bitten his lip, pulling it between his teeth in a totally sexy way and I swear, I could smell the estrogen surge in the room.

I had a millisecond to decide what kind of friend I wanted to be.

He’s beautiful and broody; what’s not to like?

Boys always make things more complicated.

My mouth went instantly dry as I looked at him, his eyes unwavering on mine. My heart thudded in my chest and all I could think was delicious, delicious, delicious.

What can I do?” his gaze on me was intense, like I was some sort of love guru or something. I almost laughed out loud at how unqualified I was for that position.

I was not a believer in instalove. So said the rational part of my brain.

Yeah, well. Don’t be that guy, Brady. Don’t be the guy who loves his horse too much.