That button-up with the subtle pineapple pri-” He cuts off, and I lift my eyebrows. “I don’t think I own anything that color.” “Royal blue.” There’s no hesitation in his answer. The way he kissed me supports that theory.īefore he can get up and leave-or go back to ignoring me-I ask, “So what color should I have worn, then?” If I didn’t know better, I’d think maybe I’m exactly Felix’s type. His eyes drop, slowly running over me, before he jerks them away.

“You like big guys, right? You don’t want them ripped?” The guy he was with last weekend looked muscly. “Barely, and only because it’s everyone else’s type, but it’s not mine.” He’s not overly muscled, more thin and lean than anything, but I definitely noticed his abs when he was wearing that crop top last weekend. “Gotta keep them guessing about that six-pack,” I say dryly, patting my soft stomach. I might not be some jacked gym bro, but I’m happy with who I am. He’s right about the sweat patches but not the rest. You shouldn’t have worn black because you’re basically screaming that you either want to cover sweat patches or are anxious about your body.” Our knees have an inch of space between them, and for some reason, I’m overly aware of the distance. He cocks his head in surprise, and then, as though making a split-second decision, he turns his chair to face me too. “Why? You’ve never been worried about offending me before.” “Okay, then what about this”-I wave a hand over myself-“would you change to not be disappointing?” Where hopefully I can steal his heart too. So I decide to take matters into my own hands.Ī total do-over. The one who doesn’t feel worthy of being treated like anything other than a one-night stand. Including my virginity.īut the more I try to gain his attention, the more I see the real him. Which is a real problem when I want to give him everything. Confident, adorable, and completely outspoken. The sparky little spitfire is everything I’m not. That’s how long it took for Felix Andrews to steal my heart. His bedroom door is always open, I find his underwear on the laundry floor, and he has this whole bashful sweetheart thing going on that I just … can’t … stand.īut the most completely, horribly irritating thing about him, is that he’s totally my type.Īnd my friends won’t stop setting us on blind dates. He leaves cupboards ajar and puts empty milk cartons back in the fridge. Except, when he shows up as my new housemate, I can’t escape him, and he’s just as irritating as I thought he’d be. Luckily I have no plans to see the giant teddy bear again. That’s how long it takes for Marshall Harrows to end up on my bad side. A big welcome to Saxon James as part of her release blitz with Gay Romance Reviews Tours for The Dating Disaster.

The Dating Disaster by Saxon James