Lawrence Billson is ridiculously hot. He wears shirts with the sleeves rolled up, ripped jeans and is always chewing on gum. He’s ripped to fuck, and always smells of Dior Savage, even when he’s been at the gym.
But there’s one problem.
He’s my cousin.
So I know it’s legal to marry your cousin here in the UK, but trust me, my father would go mental. Like, mental. Lawrence’s dad and my dad are super close, and I’ve spent tonnes of time annoying Lawrence as a kid.
We used to spend weekends with them, the adults getting drunk whilst we gamed upstairs. I used to stare at him all the time, his large blue eyes always fixated on the tv screen as his tongue pushed his cheek out, deep in concentration.
He’s three years older than me, so naturally all of my friends want a piece, especially Gemma, my best frie...