Aashna

“Can we fool about for ten minutes? Then I’ll get ready,” I ask, wrapping one of her curls around my finger.
“No.”
“Five minutes?”
Huffing, she rolls her eyes. “Second base for three minutes, but then you have to get ready.”
“Deal.”
― Hannah Grace, Icebreaker

“Hmm?” “I’m from Texas. Austin, to be specific.”  It’s something so small. Such a minuscule fact in the grand scheme of it all, but hearing Kai willingly share information beyond his son’s favorite snack or sleep routine holds a weight I didn’t expect. “Country boy, huh?” The mental picture of him in Wranglers, much in the way he wears his baseball pants, is doing all sorts of things to my imagination.  “Miller.” “Hmm?” “You’re sexualizing me in your mind right now, aren’t you?” “Absolutely.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“She throws her hands up. “Oh my God! You’re impossible. You need to go. I’m not your problem to worry about.”  Turning, she heads back up the way we came, but I stop her, pinning her against the wall, the two of us meeting on the same stair. “Yes, the fuck you are.” She stares right at me, not backing down. “Kai, I am not your problem.” My attention dips to her lips. “Be my problem.” Swallowing, she tilts her head, testing me. “Then do something to make me your problem.”  Fuck me. I’m so frustratingly into this woman, so I do just that.  I make her my problem.”
― Liz Tomforde, Caught Up

“Will you accept an onion ring instead of a diamond?”
― Hannah Grace, Icebreaker