The Boyfriend Lie — Episode 8

energy, but you just reek of cheap cologne and trust-prone arrogance. Remember your pickup lines? Hop in my ride, be my co-pilot? Absolute clown. Leo's face flushed with rage. He still can't compete with me! He doesn't have to. I fired back. Julian is a 4.0 GPI's hockey captain. He's built like an actual athlete, looks like a model, and acts like a gentleman. You're

just a spoiled playboy who peaked in high school. I wasn't done. My Julian is soft, sweet, and smells Smells amazing. I want to cuddle him 24-7. Leaving Leo bone white and utterly speechless, I flipped my hair and I turned the corner and slammed to a dead stop.

The guys from the university hockey team walked in. Julian was right in the middle, tall and broad in a white tee and black jacket. The tips of his ears were faintly red. He looked down at me, pressing his lips together.

Soft and sweet. Hi. Small world. The room spun. I fought the urge to cover my face and bolt, forcing out a stiff smile. It was over. I had just single-handedly nuked Julian's spotless reputation. Guilty as charged. Twice now. Twice I'd

talk trash and the actual target heard every word. And this time in front of half the I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.