Emma Hart

His blue-green eyes pierced straight into mine. “I think I still have food poisoning

I raise my eyebrows. That dog likes nobody except me. And sometimes Cain—that depends whether or not he has treats

Your dog likes me just as much as you do.” His words tease laughter.

“Then my dog is just as stupid as I was.”

Try again, Ezekiel.”

“It’s kinda hot when you call me Ezekiel.”

I’m getting random dick pics at least three times a week—none of which are pretty, although dicks tend not to be—but at least nobody has the power

but the corners of his eyes are crinkling the way they always do when he laughs

He raises an eyebrow. “You talk to your dog?”

“Of

With his dark hair, oceanic blue-green eyes, smoldering smile, and a yes-let-me-lick-whipped-cream-off-you kind of

He’s unattached to almost everything and everyone outside of his family and closest friends.

I don’t blame him for a second

Sure you are, sugartits. You’re five-feet-nothing.”

“Five-five!” I stand on the counter and