Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

Jaxon doesn’t need to know I was only crying because I had just realized—knee-deep in Red (Taylor’s Version)—that Taylor Swift will, one day, stop making music, and I’ll no longer have a soundtrack to my life.

When Destiny’s Child wrote “Bootylicious,” they were talking about Lennon’s ass, I’m certain of it.

looking so fine I briefly consider the beautiful babies we’d make.