"Is that bad?" "No, it's endearing how passionate you are," Jason's hand is already stroking my side. He shows much of his affection through touching, and I love how safe it makes me feel. Except... Pearl walked into The Coffee Bean, and all she needed to do was talk to shatter my confidence. I
Anna Something terrible has happened. I was in a bad car accident, and now I'm patched up and resting in a hospital bed. But my injuries: a broken leg, arm, bruises, fractures—are the least of my problems. My biggest problem? There is a wedding ring around my finger, but I don't remember who my
I'm not sure if it's my imagination, but I think the stranger's lips twitch at my words. "That's... Very accurate, actually," he tilts his head, smirking at me with this odd expression I can't read. "The man you married is indeed a millionaire. He is super wealthy." I blink in surprise. "Really?"
Anna Amnesia can sure mess up a person's brain. It's supposedly been two years since Lars cheated on me and broke my heart, but it could have been yesterday for me. With one year of my life gone to my amnesia, it's as if that bastard ex of a husband just cheated on me. Things sure have changed, t
I wonder if Robin still finds me somewhat pretty. I'm Hispanic. I have thick, glossy black hair that cascades down my back. Dark eyes and curves. I'm proud of the old Garcia genes, but my husband is knockout gorgeous. Our relationship honestly confuses me. I know falling in love demands more than
My eyes roam over Robin. He wears dark blue chinos and a white t-shirt with sleeves squeezing his tanned biceps. Brown hair crowns his head, longer at the top, shorter at the sides—he looks like a guy whose aftershave cost more than my entire wardrobe. Once he notices me staring, he meets my eyes
Anna The Winter air bites me in the cheeks as I open the car door without stepping outside. "You sit right there. I will get your crutches." Robin says. What a gentleman. "Thank you." "No problem." We hardly get snow in the south, but it's chilly at night. I rub my hands together to urge the b
You could serve a family dinner on that ass... "Do you want vanilla sauce on it?" "Sauce on it?" My eyes dart up to his face in a fit of panic. Robin looks at me over his shoulder, and I feel my sweat glands open. "Oh, the cinnamon roll... Uh, yes, please!" "A lot of it?" "As much as you're putt
"You're doing great," Lynn tells me, and my chest swells when she looks at me with proud eyes. Her hand touches mine, and her lips curl into a sweet, adorable smile. "I know that you will be drafted. You train like an idiot, and football is the only thing on your mind, except for maybe some fishing.
Isaac It's been two months since Lynn and I started dating. Things have been going great. She comes to my football games, gets along with my mom, and I'm just constantly floating on pink clouds. But today, I can't make my stomach stop churning. I'm about to have dinner with Lynn and her parents.
Eventually, I wet my lips. "Can I... Can I hug you?" Isaac breaks out into a smile. "Of course." I don't waste a second. I push away the tray and launch myself at Isaac, who laughs in surprise when I tackle him to his back. I can't help it. I like him so much and immediately squeeze him in a bear
Lynn I don't know what to say when Isaac walks into the room. I know we both like each other now, but what do I tell him? How do I get into that topic? Do I say nothing at all and let him talk? My nerves are all over the place, and so are my thoughts. A shadow moves over me, and then Isaac stands
Lynn I wake up with a terrible headache and groan. "I'm never drinking alcohol ever again!" A snicker comes from above me, and I see Isaac's face when I open my eyes. We are lying in a bed together, and I'm nestled to his side, head resting between his pectoral muscle and muscular arm. "Good mor
Oh, I will. I stride forward. There is no space for me on the couch, but I force my way into a corner by lifting Lynn into my lap. She yelps in surprise and leans against me. Magnus glares at me, and I flash him a smirk when Lynn isn't looking. I'm such a lucky guy. Her butt rests on my thighs,
Isaac I stare at my reflection, trying to muster the courage needed to tell Lynn I like her more than a friend. We won our game earlier. Countless people are partying downstairs, but I can't go there. I'm not ready. For the billionth time, I point at myself. "You are a brave guy, and you will tel
I'm not petite, like... My mom is a Latina, and I have curves. I'm not ugly, though, but I get the feeling Isaac would want a small girlfriend. Sure, he calls me tiny, but compared to that blonde? I feel big. What if Isaac wants a more petite woman, like, even his mom is tiny? Isn't it scientifica
Lynn Two weeks after moving back home, I'm sitting on the football bleachers with Linnea and Natalie. Natalie's dad, Zane, is good friends with my dad. They used to be old teammates back when they played in the NFL. Linnea's dad is dead, but her brother used to play in the NFL too. "It's exciting