Holly May

“Brendan cleared his throat hard. “What does ‘follow’ mean?”
“Don’t,” Deke rushed to say. “Don’t press it.”
His thumb was already on the way back up. “Too late.”
All three of his crew members surged to their feet. “No. Brendan, don’t tell me you just tapped the blue button,” Sanders groaned, hands on his mop of red hair. “She’s going to see you followed her. She’s going to know you internet stalked her.”
“Can’t I just unfollow now?” Brendan started to tap again.
Fox lunged forward. “No! No, that’s even worse. If she already noticed you followed her, she’s just going to think you’re playing games.”
“Jesus. I’m deleting the whole thing,” Brendan said, throwing the offending device onto the dashboard.”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer

“Careful, Mr Larsen, or I’ll think you actually like me.”
His mouth curled into a grin. “Baby, we’re way beyond like.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“But someone once told me we always end up where we're meant to be, and this is where I'm meant to be. With you.”
― Ana Huang, Twisted Games

“You can wrap me as tight as you want around that little finger, but I won’t play games about what this is. Get me, Piper?”
― Tessa Bailey, It Happened One Summer