Madi

“I spot Ryder waiting for us at the front entrance. Holding a bouquet of daisies.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect

“If you don’t want to be with me, together with me, I can understand,” he said, and she felt her knees wobble. “But, Gwen, please make music with me. I need you in my life. I need to be in your orbit in some way, and if you don’t want me to touch you and kiss you and fuck you, then let me make love to you onstage every night because it’s the most alive I’ve felt in ten years—”
― Julie Soto, Not Another Love Song

“You’re drenched, aren’t you? And I haven’t even touched you yet.”
― Chelsea Curto, Face Off

“If I was Colson.” “Yes.” “And you were my girl.” “Yes.” Ryder leans in, his warm breath on my ear, sending a tiny shiver through my body. “We would have been behind this curtain five minutes after we got here.” “Doing what?” I regret the question the moment I voice it. “Getting you primed.” My throat closes up with arousal. I struggle to swallow. “Primed,” I echo weakly. “Primed for what?” “For me.”
― Elle Kennedy, The Graham Effect