Only in Your Dreams (Oakwood Bay, #1)

by Ellie K. Wilde

“With a wrap-around porch. A yellow front door, maybe a cute porch swing, and a patch of daisies.

I have been desperately, pathetically, feel-nothing-unless-she’s-in-the-room in love with Melody Woods for fourteen years.

Staring up like she’s the sun, and I’m here on my knees, ready to worship it.

I missed her scowl.

“Forget the squirming,” he says. His smirk grows an inch. “You’re looking at me like you’re ready to hop on. Why do you think that is?” “You—” I struggle for the right words. “You’re hitting on me. You realize that, right?” “I’ve been hitting on you all weekend. Thanks for finally noticing.”