Bookend Gal

“head as I gaze back at him, my head tilted up to meet his stare. He’s beautiful. His features are broad and heavy, but perfectly proportioned so that they complement each other well. There’s a small scar above his left eyebrow, a little lighter than the rest of his olive skin. If he smiled, I have a feeling it would be devastating—but I also can’t quite imagine him smiling. The firm set of his mouth suggests that it doesn’t happen often.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“It’s always been you,” he murmurs roughly, his voice like sandpaper. “Ever since the first time I saw you that night. You’re my fucking guardian angel, my dirty secret, my broken doll. You’re”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“You saved my life,” he repeats more emphatically. “Every day since then, every fucking heartbeat, I owe to you.” The vibration of his low voice begins in his chest and travels up my arm through the place where our skin touches, making my own pulse skyrocket. The intensity of his tone sparks my fight-or-flight instinct, and I tug hard on my hand. But he doesn’t let go. Doesn’t let it budge.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession

“He’s got shaggy, dark blond hair that’s swept back away from his face, though a few pieces flop over his forehead. Blue-green eyes glitter in the light as he looks back at me, a crooked smile curving his lips.”
― Callie Rose, Sweet Obsession