Elsabe Botes

“She kissed him and threw her leg over his hips. “This is giving me all kinds of ideas.”
“Keep your ideas to yourself tonight,” he muttered. “I’m being good, but I’m not that good.”
“No.” She pulled back and looked into his eyes. “You’re not good. You’re great. I’m sorry it took me so long to see that.”
I am yours.
I am yours.
I am so yours.
Cary cupped her cheek in his hand and stared at her. He rubbed his thumb over her lips. I love you like crazy, Melissa Rhodes.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“He was my friend.” Cary blinked hard. “And I miss him, but that doesn’t keep me from wanting you. Or recognizing what’s been growing here for years.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“Why did you…?” She glanced at his chest. “Can you put a shirt on please?”
The night was warm and he was wearing a pair of basketball shorts and nothing else. Cary glanced down at his bare chest. “No.”
“You’re not going to put on a shirt?”
“It’s hot. Is my chest offending you?”
“It’s…distracting.”
“Then I’m definitely not going to put on a shirt.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit

“We can’t do this.”
“Fuck that,” he growled. “We already are.”
She shook her head.
“Stop lying to yourself,” he said. “What are you so damn afraid of?”
“Afraid?” A Bitter laugh burst from her. “Oh…you have no idea.” She turned and started walking back to her car.
“Fine!” He yelled. “Walk away, but don’t pretend like this is finished, because it’s not.”
― Elizabeth Hunter, Grit