M is for McCoy

My plan for the A - Z Challenge is to write every post as if it were a diary entry by a character from my WIP. Today's post comes from Leah Walker.

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I haven't had a boyfriend in five years, but I used that time to grow out of my bad boy phase. I really did grow out of it.

Then I met McCoy. I actually hate him. The idea of having a fling with someone whose criteria for a date is boobs and a pulse makes me feel sick.

But he is so ridiculously hot. I don't usually like men with enormous muscles - I'm small, I'm scared of getting squished - but it's not really about the muscles. It's his face. His eyes are ice blue, and at times they can look really cold, except when he's smiling. Then they sparkle (not like Edward Cullen, might I add).

His lips infuriate me. His smirk makes me want to punch him, really hard, in the face. But his lips are incredible. They're full, and they look soft and when he's talking, I can't stop looking at them, even though the words he says are disgusting, filled with innuendo and completely inappropriate  for the workplace.

I've decided that it's okay to admit he's good-looking. Pretending I don't see it at all makes every day harder because I don't like lying. Not to anyone, but especially not to myself.

So. I'm saying it right here. Radleigh McCoy is hotter than hell in mid-August during a heatwave. But he's still an arse. And that overrides hotness every time.