Love Me If You Bear

By Ruby Glass

Dear Diary, I met someone!

His name is Asher, and he might be the most incredibly good-looking guy alive. I've never had a boyfriend before and I've never done anything with anyone. Somehow, this gorgeous hunk seems to like me too!

Asher has a secret, though. A secret I can hardly **bear** to keep...

(Love Me If You Bear is a paranormal romance novella. Due to sexual content between a powerful, protective werebear and a sweet, innocent BBW, it is intended for mature audiences.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sweet Lix Media
• Release date: Jul 9, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311504371

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Love Me If You Bear

Love Me If You Bear

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One

Dear Diary,

It's so exciting to write on a clean piece of paper like this. I haven't kept a diary in years! I used to write in mine all the time when I was in my teens.

Well, I'm still in my teens - technically. But I'm nineteen now. That's a lot closer to twenty than it is to thirteen. And I'm mature for my age! So I think of myself as an adult already, rather than a teenager.

Anyway, what was I saying? I decided to start keeping a diary again. I'll write one or two entries, at least. There's just been so much going on in my life lately that I had to write it down somewhere. I didn't really have anybody I could tell about all the stuff going on. This has to be a super-secret diary!

Now I just have to figure out where to start. I guess I might as well begin a few months ago, when I started my sophomore year of college. I'm taking five classes this semester, four in psych and one in English. I love it! I can't wait to be a therapist one day and help people with their problems. My dream job would be working at an elementary school. Kids are the best!

Anyway, I was going to say, there's this new guy in my classes. It's a pretty small college, so usually everybody knows everybody. All eyes were on this guy, Asher, when he showed up. I mean, eyes were on him because he was new, but mostly because he was hot! I'm talking six feet tall and just plain good-looking. He has a bit of that jock kind of vibe - you could tell he was on the football team in high school. Usually not everybody is into it, but let me tell you - everybody is into him!

So all the girls were staring and whispering as this guy came into my first class of the semester. And the guys were kind of giving him the side-eye too, checking him out and seeing how much of a threat he was! He came into the class a couple minutes early and there were tons of empty seats at that point. But he decided to come sit in the seat next to me.

Now, I don't think he decided to sit there because he thought I was cute or anything. I've gained a little weight since the days when I used to keep a diary! I mean, I'm not huge or anything, but no one usually finds me attractive. My mom says I'm pretty, but how much can I trust her?

Well, for whatever reason, this super-hot guy came and sat down beside me. So naturally I said Hi, and asked him where he was from. I'm a friendly girl, you know? I would have said hi to any new student - girl, guy, whatever. It had nothing to do with his ridiculous attractiveness and his muscular body. Nothing at all!

No, for real, I wasn't even thinking about anything at that point. I was just being nice. He was pretty clearly out of my league, and I half-expected him to just start talking to somebody else instead. But he didn't. We got to chatting pretty quickly, and he turned out to be super nice! I found out his name was Asher and that he was from the midwest.

I introduced myself. I'm Eden, I said. I've lived here all my life.

He explained how he moved here for the psychology program, which he said is really well known.

I didn't think it was, I said. And I should know, since I'm in the same program!

It's really well-respected, he said, a smile in his cute brown eyes. The program I transferred from has nothing on this one. I can already tell.

I just laughed because class hadn't even started yet!

What with him being new and all, I wasn't all that surprised when he asked me to go out for coffee after class. After all, we were both psych students. We would be in four of the same classes all semester - he needed a friend. And he didn't know anyone else on campus, or in the state for that matter. I would be able to show him around. I didn't mind; I can always use a new friend.

I've had guy friends before, you know. Actually, now that I think about it, most of my friends are guys. They're never into me though, you know? They just treat me like a little sister. Maybe it's because of my weight, or maybe just something about my personality. I don't know... But hey, I wouldn't want to date most of them either!

The other thing is that, even though they're also nerdy, most of my friends are sexually active. Or they want to be, at least. It doesn’t matter that much. I hang out with the people I enjoy spending time with. I don't judge my friends for what they do, as long as they don't judge me for what I don't do!

So yeah, me and Asher went to the coffee shop in the business building. I hate being around all those puffed-up, self-important business students, but it was the nearest coffee shop. And they do make some good coffee there.

As we walked in, I could tell people were looking at us. Like, what is she doing with him? I wanted to yell at them, we're not together! Just friends!. Even though, well, by that point I was kind of wishing it could be something more. But I can always use a new friend, so I wasn't about to complain.

We got coffee and sat down and Asher started asking me all about the college and the city. "Where do people hang out? What is there to do on the weekends? But before long, he seemed to have forgotten to worry about what his new life here would be like, and he was just asking me questions about me. My life, my hopes, my goals - everything! He seemed so completely fascinated by me. Me! I'm just about the least interesting person out there!

I felt like a movie star being interviewed when he was asking me all those questions. To be honest, when he kept being awed by everything I would say, he almost made me feel like I actually was interesting. Like the way I was captain of the swim team in high school but then I broke my ankle and