Picking Peaches (Rosewood)

by Ansley B. Calloway

Every time I saw her I was only left wanting to spend more and more time with her. I needed to figure out what sort of spell she had me under.

I would pluck out my own eyelashes one by one if it meant I got to spend more time with them.

Keeping my hands to myself wouldn’t be easy. But at this point I was willing to become a born again virgin to keep seeing Georgia.

After setting it up I laid down and fell asleep thinking of ways to show Georgia

But then I ruined it by asking him to wait. I am such a moron.

After she declared her ‘not right now’ rule I was still as smitten as ever. The woman could bring another man home and I would still be watching the clock waiting for her to be ready.

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.

“What’s something that makes your dad happy?” ​Her focused face stopped liking her ice cream for a moment to turn to me. “Food. And my jokes.” She went back to her ice cream. “Oh, and you. He smiles around you a lot.”

“I didn’t know you wanted to play house with me.” ​I didn’t even hesitate to roll my eyes. “I’ll play house with you any time Mrs. Reid.”

“I’m so in love with you. Like head over heels cheesy I would do anything for you kind of love. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep holding you every night. Please.”