Knock Knock (From Nothing Book 3)

“Mine,” he growled. “All fucking mine, Nate.”

Such a helpless little bunny caught in my trap

I took the chicken from Nate’s lap and hugged it. My comfort chicken.

“At least I didn’t get the word hate tattooed on my fist.”

“It says NATE!”

Are you shit-talking my baby

“I’m gay.”

“Finally,” he panted. “Welcome to the club.”

“Thanks.”

“I’m president. Wanna be VP?”

“Yes please.”

I kissed the man who had always been my ride or die. Best friends to friends with benefits to boyfriends. All. Fucking. Mine.

I loved Nate. Like, I was in love with Nate.

everything, Nate. Everything that was missing and everything we’ve been looking for. We found it

That look. Those eyes