Kayla DeSantis

“I didn’t even know Brandon could blush. And he is. Over me. Oh, this has just gotten interesting.”
― Saxon James, Master of Mayhem

“Are you checking me out?” I jump at being caught, but he’s smiling again. “Just objectifying you.” “And that’s better because …” “It’s not personal. You have a nice butt.” It might be my imagination, but I swear he flexes.”
― Eden Finley, Line Mates & Study Dates

“Hey, honey? See the net? Yeah, it would help if you shoot the puck inside of it. Outside doesn’t count, ’kay?” I smack his ass as I skate past him and get in the team box. “You’ll pay for that later,” he says as he takes his spot next to me. I’m counting on it.”
― Eden Finley, Face Offs & Cheap Shots

“True. I love you, Maddy.”
No matter how many times he says it, I can’t hear it enough. It doesn’t freak me out, and the idea of being with him forever doesn’t make me antsy. I crave him, more than I’ve ever craved anyone or anything in my life. I always used to think relationships meant compromising what you want for something somebody else wants, but I never realized that when you meet that one person who becomes your priority it’s not compromising because you’d willingly do
anything to make them happy. Just like I know Damon would do the same for me.
I kiss him again. “You remember when we first met and I told you I felt like I don’t belong?”
Damon nods.
“I found it—where I’m supposed to be. It’s with you.”
― Eden Finley, Fake Out