“Beau’s hand shot out, and he grabbed my wrist. The words dried up in my throat, heat flooding my body at that simple touch. To the people around us, it probably looked casual, but I could feel the subtle force… — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“I speed sometimes,” I muttered to myself as I rounded the car. “I even speed through yellows.” — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met in person who I couldn’t stop staring at.” Was” — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” “Finish what?” “Finish telling you that I love you too.” I” — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“In my script-like scrawl, I wrote: If you find my body, ask Hazzard. I leaned back and surveyed my words. Then I drew a… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“Good morning.” I didn’t release my grip on his hair. “You snore by the way.” Zane’s eyes narrowed. “I do not.” “Do too.” “If… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“I’m cool with going back to hate,” I said, then paused. “Did we ever leave hate?” Zane swallowed and looked away. “Not even for… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“He opened his mouth as my eyes dropped to his badge. And right there, in big, bold, black letters, it said Cerise/Cherrycakes. Ian was… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“So, the truth is—” “That Beau has been rocking my world for three months and showing me that his seven-and-a-half-inch VPL is legit. Sometimes… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
“Beau: I didn’t slut shame you. I just have no desire to hear about it. That’s why I don’t watch your channel. Aannnddd blocked.… — Megan Erickson Copy Share
