Picking Peaches (Rosewood)

by Ansley B. Calloway

“No, thanks. Really, I have the money to pay for movers. I chose to do this myself.” ​He smirked and raised an eyebrow. Clearly this stranger had an affinity for arguing with people. “Give me thirty minutes and we’ll come over to help.”

I love that she like im good, i got this and hes just like, fuck that im helping you

A peanut butter cup did the trick, though I would never tell Nick about it.

Double standards my friend.... double standards

Eight different pairs of eyes deadpanned at me all at once. “So you want us to help a woman move against her will?”

Hes just like "yes this is exactly what i want"

“Well what the hell is wrong with it Summers?” I accused. He raised his hands and rested an arm behind Reese.

Hes like boy you better not upset her again

I would never understand the connection my daughter had with my brother. She idolized him for putting grapes in a damn freezer.

This girl is so cute

A few slices of uncooked bacon and a single cherry tomato was thrown at me.

I could totally see nick being like "Dont throw my fucking food, i need that shit"

“Hey, he let me off early. Apparently I’m no good with a fryer.”

I love this man so much

She chewed and swallowed before wiggling happily in her chair.

OMG SHE IS SO CUTE❤️❤️❤️😘😘😘😍😍😍✨️✨️

And I wanted her. More than anything. So much so I was willing to wait lifetimes if it meant Georgia Mitchell would be mine and I would be hers.

I wish a man would think like this for me

Volleyball would always be my first love but since we met I had discovered even better things to love.

He is soooooo cute

“Don’t take too long please.” His voice sounded low and desperate. Ashton Reid was needy in the morning.

The poor boy is like now that i have you i cant stand to let you go