Novels by Grace A.B

Avery's povThe condom sat between us and every eye in the circle was on me. Ethan’s especially. I could feel the weight of his stare from across the room, waiting for me to fold, to laugh it off or do something foolish.“Not tonight, asshole.” I murmured softly.I stood up slowly but not steadily at all.My legs already felt like they’d been replaced with warm water, but I locked my knees and bit my lower lip the way I’d seen girls do in movies. Then I reached down, curled my fingers around Luca’s wrist, and pulled him to his feet.The room exploded.Cheers, whistles, someone screaming “MARATHON!” like it was a national holiday. Luca’s hand settled at the small of my back, steadying me when I swayed. We walked upstairs through a tunnel of phones and hungry grins. The second the bedroom door clicked shut behind us, the noise dulled to a distant roar.I started peeling my top over my head, excitement crashing over me in waves for reasons I do not even know.“What do you think you’re

Avery's povI turned and the entire party narrowed to one face.The same sharp jaw, same dark, unreadable eyes, same guy that had pulled me out of cold water hours ago and I had somehow humiliated instead of actually being grateful.My gaze snapped to the giant poster on the wall, then back to him.Oh.Oh, you have got to be kidding me.The recognition crashed on me strongly. The man from the pool was Luca Kingston. The literal face of the team Ethan had just joined. And I had just pointed at his poster and claimed him as my boyfriend in front of half the campus.I wanted the floor to open, I wanted a sinkhole, a trapdoor, a sudden blackout—anything that would swallow me whole before he opened his mouth and exposed the most ridiculous lie I had ever told in my life.Congratulations, Avery. You’ve officially peaked at public humiliation.He started walking toward me, slowly, every step measured like he was in a movie and there was a special theme song playing in the background. The cr

Avery's pov“Fucking hell,” I muttered.My eyes flung open and locked onto the face hovering above me. Sharp jawline. Dark, steady eyes. Wet hair pushed back like he’d just stepped out of the water himself. For one dizzy second, the only thought that formed in my head was purely stupid.Am I in heaven?Is this utterly breathtaking man the angel sent to accompany me to God?I mean…take me home sugar daddy.Then reality came crashing back into me like a freight train as my eyes caught the familiar background.I looked down. My clothes were completely soaked, clinging to every curve. The thin white top might as well have been invisible. My nipples stood out hard against the fabric, impossible to miss.My eyes went wide.“You fucking pervert!” I scrambled upright so fast my head spun.The guy blinked fast, his eyebrows raising in confusion. “Pervert? What the fuck are you talking about? I literally just saved you.”“Shut—shit—what did you do to me?” My voice cracked. “Did you fucking tou

Avery's pov“This pant or this pant?” I asked, twisting two pairs of pants so Lucille could see both angles in the mirror. “Which one is better?”Lucille sat up on my bed like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact question. Her dark curls bounced as she cocked her head, eyes sharp and unimpressed.“You realize the pant doesn’t determine the quality of the sex, right?”I rolled my eyes, letting a nervous laugh slip out of my mouth. “Regardless, I’ve got to wear something that makes him want to eat me up. You’re an expert in this field. Tell me what you think.”“Did you just call me a whore?” Lucille’s mouth dropped open, her eyes widening in surprise."No, babes. That’s definitely not what I meant.” I said softly.She held the glare for two full seconds before bursting into her usual loud and shameless laughter. “I’m just kidding.”She hopped off the bed and strutted straight to her wardrobe. After a second of digging, she spun around holding up a tiny scrap of red lace betw