What I Should Have Said (Anchors and Eagles #1)

by R.L. Atkinson

What kind of ‘thank you for saving my life’ was sitting on his face?”

Sounds like a good deal to me

He never lifted without his black hoodie. I wanted to know why.

Probably scars

“I convinced my older brother to come tomorrow.

I’m gonna bet my left asscheek that his brother is Griffin

I wanted him to kiss me like that again, annoyed that it awakened something primal in me, a chained and starving beast that was demanding to be fed. He could take his frustrations out on me anytime.

gaze of none other than Griffin himself.

I TOLD YOUUUUUU

What I’m trying to say is that I don’t really know what love feels like, but what I felt, and still feel for you, sure seems a lot like what I imagine it to be.

“By the way,” he started. “I like that hoodie of yours.” “Yeah, it’s pretty nice and comfortable,” I responded. “Where’d you get it? Because I’ve been trying to find mine for a while that looks exactly like that,” he asked, and I giggled. “I went to a cabin once with this guy that I really like. This was his, and it somehow accidentally ended up in my suitcase,” I groggily answered. “So, can I have it back?” “Can I have my virginity back?”

“You should’ve taken your chances with the agents, because I’m the fucking devil.”