“So it’s fate then?” I asked with him so close my lips brushed the line of his jaw with each word, “Us… — E.J. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.” — E.J. Stevens Copy Share Image
“I’m trying to decide whether to tell you two to get a room or go barf in the trash can,” Emma said.… — E.J. Stevens Copy Share Image
“My heart, always so strong in the past, was like the fishnet stockings that clung to my legs—torn, shredded, and full of… — E.J. Stevens Copy Share Image
“Not so long ago we were all a tightly knit group of friends. Too bad someone had ripped apart the stitches that… — E.J. Stevens Copy Share Image
