Ninety Days of Burning Moonlight
Language: en
It happened when my online girlfriend asked for a photo again. Before I could even react, Hunter Preston, the "Golden Boy" of our dorm, snatched the phone right out of my hand. "You’re a two-hundred-and-sixty-pound human tank, Oliver," he sneered, his voice loud enough for the entire common room to hear. "The second she sees what you actually look like, she’s going to block you faster than you can finish a bag of chips." He turned the screen toward himself, flashing that polished, predatory smile of his. "I’ll send her a photo of me instead. That way, you don't give the poor girl a heart…