I sit down on Laney’s bed with my legs crossed under me and scatter a bunch of books all around me. I read the summary on each one and choose the one with a shirtless man on the cover. He is all muscle, like Dillon. The character’s personality in the book even reminds me of Dillon. He’s rugged and outdoorsy, but sweet and caring. The girl’s character is confident and aggressive. She takes charge and he likes it. It makes me wonder if Dillon likes that. I’m not sure I can be that confident. By the time I finish reading the last page, the sun is already rising. I’m so tired but I’m also hot and irritated now. Just as I start to pick up another book, Dillon knocks and pokes his head in. “Can I come in?” “Sure.” I glance around at the seven books surrounding me. They all have topless people intertwined together. I suddenly feel embarrassed. I can feel my face heat up. As Dillon walks towards me, I take a good look at him.
