Status Updates From Hating the Cinnamon Roll CE...

Oh my goodness. This is my precise humor. I adore her writing style so much.

Warm, his hand cups my face, fixing my attention on his sculpted cheekbones, his gentle eyes, the strong lines of his jaw, those super gentle eyes, both of them cheekbones again, an ear, another ear. He chuckles. “Pick one place to look, pumpkin. Your eyes are very distracting jumping around like that.”

“May I touch you briefly?” he asks. I try to wet my lips. “Where?” “Chin.” I grimace and clutch my LeoPad as I murmur, “If you must.”