“He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“We didn't have to talk, and it wasn't awkward. We were just two lonely, out of place people sharing a holiday with… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Oh, it was 1775.” “What?” “1775. The Battle of Bunker Hill.” “Oh.” I laughed. “We learned about it the day we met,”… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I wouldn’t joke if you weren’t always patching me up,” Davin retorted. He looked at Chad again. “You must have noticed, right?… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“No—I’ve got it,” Jill announced, interrupting my musing. “He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous,… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“He was quiet for a moment. “So, in this analogy, you’re Mary Jane?” “You got that right, Tiger.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“He’s a vampire.” I laughed again, feeling there was no end to the outrageous, ridiculous excuses we were coming up with. “Seriously,… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Well, if you can accept that I’m a great big geeky fangirl, then I guess I can accept that you’re a skeptic… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
