“Suddenly finding it hard to breathe. It wasn’t because his grip was too tight, mind you. It was just the sudden proximity. And he smelled so good, the scent of fresh coffee and rain clinging to his skin as he… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I suppose that means you don’t want any band-aids, either,” I said, a touch more bitterly than I’d meant to.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“If you want to call it quits, just tell me. Man up and say it to my face. Don’t just skulk around.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Um, you don’t have to join me, but if you’re looking for a table, there are a couple good seats over there.” He nodded… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Amazing? My heart fluttered. “But I don’t want Flash or Harry,” I murmured. “You want Spider-Man,” he finished for me, looking a little wistful.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“I need you to just trust me for now without knowing all the answers.” — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“Nice slippers,” Davin grinned. They were green and furry. “Thanks.” I shrugged and looked him over, half expecting to see a new injury. “So… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“He smiled at me shyly and took a step closer. I froze, heart pounding, as he put one hand on my cheek and leaned… — 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 junk food… — 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,” he added.… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“If he can’t handle it, then you aren’t very good friends, are you?” — 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? It’s kind… — J.M. Richards Copy Share Image
“For someone who wrote a novel with a superhero named “Dark Lightning,” you wouldn’t think a thunderstorm would make me so nervous.” — 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, ridiculous excuses… — 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
