It's cute how Preston gets all defensive and comes up with these excuses when he's jealous, "he swabs his mouth with one hand. “Okay, true, but we’ve been in jail together. There’s a difference. We’re partners in crime, kind of like Bonnie and Clyde.” Preston can be blunt, “God, I want to eff you right now,” he says, smiling against my mouth. I gasp, but I’m laughing. He is charged up. “I do,” he says, kissing me again. “It’s the game— it works me up— especially when we win.” I really liked this book, I loved Preston.