Avery Morgansten? This is becoming a habit.
Oh, honey, if he swung batter-batter for my team, I'd be all over that in a heartbeat.
I’m serious about you, Avery. If you want me for real, you have me.
Yeah, because when you’re attracted to someone, you actually enjoy kissing them and afterward, you don’t act like you kissed Adolf Hitler.
My brain must have felt sorry for me, so it'd created the only type of guy I could touch - a fantasy one.
He dipped his head, placing his mouth to the space below her ear. He nipped her there, just a tiny bite that sent a wave of heat through her veins. And then his lips moved lower, leaving a hot trail behind. “You drive me insane, absolutely freaking insane. Do you know that? I bet you do.