He tastes like sour patch kids, and soda, and warmth, and goose bumps.
All right, Cujo. Don't bark at me. I was just curious.
What would you have said-her eyes drift to the floor-if the cameras weren't there?And I mean every single word that comes out of my mouth.That you're scaring the hell out of me.
I’m nervous because that’s what happens when you really want something. When it would destroy you if you couldn’t get it, or if you lost it. I’m
I vow to pick up my socks.Can I get that in writing?
My phone rings on my bare thigh as I scroll through my recorded Ellens, and I hit pause to glance at the number. Ah… case in point. My sister has sent me a birthday message along with a picture of a g...
Josh grabs a handful of grass and shoves it in his pocket. I smile and rest my head on my palm. I used to do the same thing on a new field. Sort of like taking it with me wherever I go. But Josh could...
Two squeezes mean I love you.His fingers snaked down my body, leaving chills in their wake. He grasped my hand and pumped it twice.