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

by Emma St. Clair

She smells like cinnamon and cookies and something familiar that hits me hard. The word that comes to mind is home. She smells like home.

My father isn’t a cruel man. Just overbearing and demanding, running our household like a business, doling out commands and expecting our immediate compliance.

“Because if you were mine, I’d be sure everyone knows it. There would be no question in anyone’s mind.”

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