A Groom of One's Own (Appies, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

“People do still use eBay, right?” she asks me on the way out. “Probably? I don’t know.” “I heard of another site recently—OnlyFans? Is that similar?” I almost spit coffee all over the sidewalk. “That’s not—no. It’s not like eBay, Ma. Never mention that site again. And please don’t go there.”

I laughed out loud at that. love the innocent mom.

“Are you okay?” I jump at Eli’s question, realizing I’ve been simply standing here, staring into space while thinking about kissing his centaur-unicorn counterpart.

Why am I suddenly so aware of my hands? How is it that they feel huge and clumsy, like I’m standing here in street clothes but wearing my hockey gloves? What do I do with my hands normally, and why can’t I just do that now?

She takes the tiniest step closer to me, like I make her feel safer.

awww