“ Oh, honey. You picked the wrong bear to poke. ”
Maybe that’s what makes it so hard. When you spend years thinking and dreaming about someone and have them fall back into your life? Sounds like fate to me.
~ Codi Gary
Gripping her hips in his hands, he thrust into her, and her eyes closed, her head tilting to the side as he pumped in and out of her, wondering how a quickie in the back of a limo could be the hottest sex he’d had in a long time. It’s her. It’s always been her.
Kissing Travis was like licking raw cookie dough off the spoon; it might be bad for her, but it was too delicious to care.
I made a mistake. Men and women can’t be friends. Statistically, impossible. One of the friends is always a little in love with the other or at least sexually attracted to them, and sex ruins friendships.
