I always wondered what authors talked about when they said ‘earth shattering kiss’. This was it. My senses really have left the building because I grab the back of his head and deepen the kiss. It’s like I couldn’t get enough of him and I just wanted more. Even Ethan’s kisses didn’t feel this way.
The bright light coming through my window makes me open my eyes. Instead of getting up immediately, I just stay in bed for a while as I rub my belly and feel my baby move inside me. I look at the calendar on my bedside table and realize that today I just hit the sixth-month milestone. It’s scary to
Emma. “I don’t know what to do, Molly,” I tell her, almost in tears. “They’re so mad at me right now.” Mom and Travis have refused to pick up my calls or even talk to me. After the disaster at the get-together, I haven’t seen them or talked to them. Travis ignored me, and mom kicked me out of the
The thought of that brings a certain kind of panic inside me. I didn’t want to think of that. I didn’t want to let go of my dream of being with Rowan. I stay quiet as I fight her words in my head. “Emma?” she calls. I know her; she wants me to agree. She wants me to tell her that I’ll think about
Rowan. It’s been two days since the truth came out, and I still can’t get over the kiss. When I dipped my head to kiss Ava, I expected her to push me away. Worse, to slap me. I can’t deny that I was surprised when she let me kiss her. That surprise soon turned into happiness and joy. I can’t fuck
All the hope I had shrivels up and dies. Hell. Will I ever get a chance to make things right? Is it even possible to win her back? “I doubt that's the only thing. We both know Ava. If she didn’t want it, she wouldn’t have let you. Hormones be damned,” he tries to encourage me, but I’m not really fe
Ava. I haven’t been able to get the freaking note out of my head. It’s all I think about. I wanted to believe that it was nothing but a prank, but I’m not so sure. Not when I get a bad feeling every time I read it. I’ve thought about reporting, but I don’t want to make a big deal out of it. It wa
“What is it? You’re yelling my name like it’s the end of the world,” I tell him once I realize he still hasn’t said a word. His eyes were wide as if he just discovered something huge. I stare at him. He has a sweat shirt and sweat pants. At first I’m confused why he wasn’t at work, but then I remem