He’s practically grown up at my house. He eats our food. He swims in our pool. He teases me every day, and I’m hitting a tipping point.
Trouble McKane is the no-good, too-handsome god of our college.
I wish I never counted the eight ridges of his abs. I wish I never noticed the sharp V that points south.
I wish he didn’t haunt my dreams at night. *** TROUBLE Every time I go to my best bud’s house, I hope to catch a glimpse of her. I watched her fill out from a skinny nerd into someone who could grace a centerfold.
Now that she’s in college, guys are on her like white on rice. My buddy wants me to keep an eye on her.