“Every day for a week, sitting in my idling car, saying goodbye without saying anything at all—the touch of his hand, his forehead pressed to mine, the way he brushed my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my… — Emme Rollins Copy Share Image
“Chase rolled his eyes. "You're such an idiot." "Yeah, but I'm your idiot." "Nothing to be too proud of." "For me it is." Alex leaned forward and kissed him. It was a brief press of lips, but hinted at the… — Liz Andrews Copy Share Image
