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

by Chelsea Curto

“I’m going to make a mess of you, Emmy girl.” She shivers. “I’d like that.”

Maverick’s smile rivals the sun, and I want to bottle it up. Keep it for when my days get dark and gray, a reminder of how much good is left in the world.

You have a gentle soul that’s been beaten up and broken through no fault of your own. I’m so sorry anyone’s ever made you feel like you weren’t worth keeping

“There you go. That’s my girl.”

I love seeing him like this; so close to letting go and losing control.

It’s you, and it’s always going to be you.”

“I want more with you, Emmy. I want to come home to you every night and I want to take you out to dinner in the city. I want to hold your hand on the sidewalk and I want to kiss you in the rain. I want all that shit they talk about in the movies.

I feel lucky that I’m the one you’re giving your time to.”

“I love when you flirt with me, Emmy girl.”

“That’s my girl.”

I’m yours and you’re mine. You make me happy, and I hope I make you happy too.”

I’m so fucking desperate to touch her.

“I can’t believe I get to have you. I can’t believe you’re mine.”