God of Wine by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Nice abs. He gave her a look, wondering what she might say. Maybe “come back later?” or “please don’t go, I need you?” He waited. She said nothing. “Well?” he asked. “You’re still a disgusting slob, but good luck. And don’t ever come here again.” What the h*@%? What was her problem? – God of Wine by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff

Wilder by Rebecca Yarros

I shook my head and tore my eyes away. What was the point of looking, wanting, when he was so far out of my league that we were playing different sports? And besides, what kind of sport gave a guy a body like that? Where every muscle had a purpose? – Wilder by Rebecca Yarros