When the Saint Falls

Thatcher Michaelson is a bully.
Arrogant. Cruel. Ruthless.
And the most attractive guy I've ever laid eyes on.
He's the rebel of Westbrook high, and I'm merely the annoying goody two-shoes he dubbed the saint.

There must be something wrong with me. After nearly two years of dirty looks and constant humiliation, I'm still crushing on the guy who hated me on sight.

Then he kissed me and instead of the ice-cold gaze I was accustomed to, I saw passion burning behind his dark molten eyes.

Violet St. ...