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

by Chelsea Curto

“I’ve been doing some research.” Maverick reaches for his phone and hands it to me. “Password is 3669.”

his pasword being her name is everything

“Can you—” his throat bobs, and his hand trembles when he wraps his fingers around my thigh. “No one’s ever loved me before—not like this—and I would really like to hear you say it again.”

“Yup. Five hundred questions, remember? Today is lucky number five hundred.” “You’ve been keeping track?” “What do you think those sticky notes with all those tick marks on the fridge are for?”