Time was a funny and fickle thing. Sometimes there was never enough of it, and other times it stretched out endlessly.
J. LynnSorry,โ he said, his voice thick and gruff. โItโs morning and youโre sitting on me. Thatโs a combination meant to bring any man down.
J. LynnI can see that you donโt believe me. Maybe it was the cookie? Well, you refused to taste my cookies last night and honestly, I was going to eat the other cookie, but you looked so tired and sad sitting there, I figured you needed the cookie more than I did.
J. LynnHe raised his brows. "You're drunk." "Am not!" He gave me a bland look. "A drunk's famous last words before they fall flat on their face.
J. LynnWe have to stop meeting like this." And that was the truest thing ever spoke. I needed to stop staring at his bicep... and chest... and tattoo. Never thought the sun could be so... sexy. Wow. This was awkward. "You running over me, me almost running over you?" Cam elaborated. "It's like we're a catastrophe waiting to happen.
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