Jon was looking at my hand as I rubbed them together in the heat of his living room. ”Here, let me hold your hands, they're freezing" He was holding me tight then, close to him. My pulse raced in my throat, suddenly realizing the strength in those hands, how much bigger and older than I he was. H...
It’s actually the first thought that flashes through my head the second I look up from the iced coffee drenching the front of my shirt into the dark, piercing eyes of Liam Martin. Liam Martin the best-selling novelist who’s book I devoured before I even came to Hardham. Professor Martin, I shoul...
Because this was the only girl I needed, and certainly the only one I wanted, so yeah, I was very okay with that. What I was not okay with was being so damn far away from her. What I wasn’t okay with was the two-thousand miles between me and that that perfect, angelic body and that impossibly tig...