Just Don't Fall (Sweater Weather, #1; Appies, #1)

by Emma St. Clair

“I might have a deal we could make,” she says slowly. Carefully. The verbal equivalent of tip-toeing her way through a den of hibernating bears. “I’m listening.” Terrified, but listening.

I cringe now, just remembering that I actually said boobs to Logan. I swear when the word came out of my mouth, his eyes twitched and his face tensed, like he was trying to hold back a Pavlovian response to glance at my chest. To his credit, he kept his eyes locked on mine.

good job Logan.

Getting Logan to talk about himself was always like trying to pull teeth … from an angry dragon using a pair of chopsticks while wearing mittens.

His irises are the green of very, very bad decisions.

Just when I think Parker can’t get more attractive, she goes and does something like put a bunch of grown men acting like boys in their place.

“Maybe it’s not too much. Maybe you’ve just grown used to not enough.”

hello. awwww