June: Jess' Story (Spearhead Lake Book 3)

by E.L. Stevens

Because somewhere along the way, it just sort of happened that this woman wormed her way into my cold, dead heart. Fuck.

I fear this will be the end of me. 10% in and my heart has been rolled over by an 18 wheeler.

Have you ever hugged someone and rested all your weight on them in that hug? Your body, your problems, your responsibilities and you just trust that person has you?

The way I feel this through the screen is INSANE

If I thought the view of her moving over me was the end all be all, I was wrong. This, the view of her laid out beneath me with rosy cheeks and a look of desire, is everything. My fucking Roman Empire. The hill I’ll die on. My very own Helen of Troy.

She’s the light left on. She’s the warm blanket. She’s the calm to my storm.