“Write down the date, because I’m getting that tattoo five years from now, okay?” The tears that had been only a gloss over Ryan’s eyes now spilled down his temples. “You’re doing this on purpose.” Ryan laughed and gently punched… — K.A. Merikan Copy Share Image
“What?" he whispered. "What are you smiling about?" My fingers brushed against his hair, trying to smooth it down. I realized what I was doing a full minute after Liam had closed his eyes and leaned into my touch. Embarrassment… — Alexandra Bracken Copy Share Image
