“Yes, he’s my psychiatrist,” I say quietly as I stare out at the road. I can’t meet his eyes right now. I don’t want to see judgment there. “And why are you seeing a psychiatrist?” “My unruly sex drive?” “Irish...”… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“A horn honks.I look up, expecting to see the white Audi. But there’s a sleek black four-door with shiny silver rims instead. e driver side opens and a tall, dark figure in a trendy fall leather jacket and aviator sunglasses steps out and stalks around the car to open the passenger door. “Irish! Get in.” And I decide that Dr.… — K A Tucker Copy Share
“I think they liked you more than they like me. Eric said that I must get really angry when I’m Irish if you don’t want to be my boyfriend.” A deep, throaty laugh escapes Ashton’s lips and my body instantly warms. “What’d you say?” “Oh, I assured him that I get plenty mad even when I’m not ‘Irish’ and you’re… — K A Tucker Copy Share
“I grit my teeth. Despite everything, I mutter with a smile, “No.” “No, what?” “No, I’m glad you came.” “I haven’t . . .yet.”I… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“Call me Ace. That’s what my friends call me.” they both look up at me in question and I laugh, remembering just how young… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“It doesn’t even—” one word “hurt ” was supposed to come out of my mouth. Instead, a string of obscenities to make a lifelong… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“What were you thinking?” “Not much, clearly.”I hear the exasperation in Kacey’s voice. “I don’t know about you, Livie . . . Sometimes you’re… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“Yeah,Livie?” “How do you figure out the right way to live your life?” There’s a long pause. So long that I check the screen… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“Tossing it to a corner, he turns back to take my hand. And I’m facing the chest that I’ve not been able to dislodge… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“And I suppose you’re going to sit beside me every single class?” “I don’t know. You seem like an angry student. I’m not sure… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
“Here. Tea.” Reagan hands me a steaming mug. One sip tells me it’s not just tea. “You spiked the drink of an injured person,”… — K A Tucker Copy Share Image
