“One hand was on his hip, the other holding the knotted belt of his trench coat. My mouth dropped open, because what the fuck was he wearing? But before I could say a word, he said in a low voice,… — 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
