Cheekbones that cut like ice and eyes like liquid scotch. Loren Hale is an alcoholic beverage and he doesn't even know it.

I can't help but laugh into my next sip of water. For the first time, mine doesn't seem so bad."I don't know why you're fucking laughing. You have a girl's name and no middle name.

He stands confidently in his hot pink mankini. When I told him it was the only suit left, he literally shrugged and put it on. Tan skin, ripped abs and stylish wayfarers- he instantly looked cool even wearing that damn thing. And the girls playing water volleyball even gawked at his ass

I hate that I had to pull out my wallet and buy respect.

Wait for me.” The words come out choked and pained. “I need you to wait for me.