“Well, introduce yourself and he won’t be a stranger anymore.” Ella sounded exasperated. The woman thrust her hand out at Gray. “Acacia Hobbes. My friends call me Casey.” “What should a guy with a nice ass call you?” She flashed… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“So, I'm not strange anymore?" he asks. "What?" "You're riding in my car, which must mean I'm not a stranger anymore." "Actually, the more I'm around you, the stranger you get.” — Kiersten White Copy Share Image
