Chloe Caldwell♡ Nathaniel Cole is handsome. Not the clean-cut, prom king kind of handsome. More like carved-from-sunlight, six-foot, broad-shouldered, messy-blond-hair kind of handsome that makes you go, 'oh my ovaries,' and ruins you for other men with one lazy, crooked grin. Right now, that grin is wrapped around the neck of a Bud Light as he tilts the bottle back. His throat moves when he swallows. God. “You gonna keep staring at Captain Pucks-a-Lot,” Anita murmurs beside me, nudging my shoulder, “or are you actually gonna loosen up tonight?” The bar is packed and loud. Hockey players shout over each other while cans slam against tables and some early-2000s trap remix blasts through the speakers until the bass vibrates through my stool. Thankfully, nobody else hears the idiot I call my best friend trying to embarrass me in front of the man I've been crushing on. “Oh my God, Anita.” I duck lower in my seat, mortified. “Do you seriously have to say everything out loud?” “Ye
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