Chapter 18
Vin: Its official
Ann-Marie: What? That you’re a flaming douche-canoe?
Vin: WTF?
Ann-Marie: It’s 4 in the morning, asshole. NC, remember?
Vin: Srry
Ann-Marie: I’m awake now. What do you want?
Vin: B & i are a cpl
Ann-Marie: Yay. Go to bed now. Pref with him so you dont text me anymore
“Put that thing down and watch the damn movie,” Beau scolded, snatching the cell phone and tossing it onto the coffee table. Pinned as he was by Beau’s lean form—Vin had discovered his new boyfriend was a relentless snuggler—the phone might as well have been on the moon.
“I don’t want to watch the movie,” Vin said. He tousled Beau’s curls, letting one particularly long tendril coil around his finger, tugged it out to its full length, and let it snap back. “I want to strip all your clothes
