Face Off (D.C. Stars, #1)

by Chelsea Curto

“You don’t have a girl’s handwriting inked on your body?” Her eyes bounce down my tattooed arm then back up. “I’m shocked.” “I don’t. Can I use yours?” I ask. “I’ll put pretty boy right over my heart.” “You never stop, do you?” “Nope. Twenty-four-seven job, Red. But at least I made you smile again.”

Some days you’re frustrated as hell, and some days you want to throw in the towel. But as long as it still makes your heart beat, you have to keep showing up. You don’t give up on the things you love just because they get hard.”

“Are you all right, Hartwell?” Maverick asks, and he tips his head to the side. “You look a little flushed.” I think I’m going into cardiac arrest.

I don’t know what to fucking do because this is my fuck buddy not my fucking forever buddy.

I never really felt like I had a home. But with Emmy next to me, I think home is wherever she is. A place I’d like to stay forever.