Craving The Badboy
Danilo’s POV
I swear my heart almost stopped when I turned around and saw him standing there in that liquor store aisle. Beckett Reynolds. Mr. Yale Admissions himself. Married, rich, smooth-talking, old-enough-to-be-my-dad Beckett Reynolds.
The last place I expected to see him was here, surrounded by cheap whiskey bottles and fluorescent lights buzzing overhead. He looked out of place in the worst kind of way, like he was too polished for somewhere like this, and me being stuck in the same space as him suddenly made me feel smaller, like I didn’t belong anywhere.