Landon Loucas Maxfield was asleep on his sofa. With me.

Oh No! My wings are effed up!

I'd basically described myself: a quiet, studious bookworm who would go to bed at a decent hour. A non-partier who wouldn't bring a parade of boys through our room, or make it the floor headquarters for beer pong.

Growing up with my dad taught me to either lie like a pro or not bother.

That macho protective bullshit is just some asshat man pissing on his territory so the other dogs will stay away.

Bonus: I now knew what Erin meant by lickable abs.

I'm a hopeful romantic who adores novels with happy endings, because there are enough sad endings in real life.