Give Me Butterflies (Oaks Sisters, #1)

by Jillian Meadows

We are microscopes versus telescopes. Smiles versus scowls. Warm versus frigid. Was there ever a chance for us to find common ground?

“Oh, Millie. I don’t want what friends do. I want much more than that with you.”

“For you, I’d make room for anything. Everything,” he says, his voice suddenly serious, like it conveys so much more than a shelf of books.

My cheeks heat. “You must really like stargazing.” He shakes his head. “Fuck the stars, baby. All I see is you.”