“Hey, this is Beau Starr. Next time you want to use my name to get views, you can just go ahead and put my name on your title. Guaranteed to make you trend, actually. #ProTip. I” — 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 Image
“I think you’re the first guy I’ve met in person who I couldn’t stop staring at.” Was” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“Hey, you didn’t let me finish.” “Finish what?” “Finish telling you that I love you too.” I” — Megan Erickson Copy Share Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
“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 Image
