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Cozy Hollow is safe, and most people don’t even lock the doors to their homes.
Autumn isn’t just my name; it’s my entire personality 365 days out of the year.
“I’ve tried it all. I have the literary version of erectile dysfunction. I don’t believe everlasting love exists, and it’s kind of a requirement. Happily ever afters and all that. How do I create when the magic is gone?”
I swallow down the hint of ristretto that still lingers on my tongue and my mind wanders back to Autumn. She was too damn pretty with her long lashes, plump lips, and need to please. As soon as my gaze drifted to her, I stopped. That woman captured my breath, leaving me speechless.
The problem with liars is they can’t keep their stories straight. They’re too busy weaving together their tall tales that the wires cross.
“I wasn’t perfect in our relationship,” she admits. “No one is. Sometimes we date people who bring out the best in us, sometimes they bring out the worst.” I pick up a chip with beef and sour cream and pop it into my mouth. “The goal is to avoid the latter.”
It shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like home. It shouldn’t feel like I want to do this again and again and again. But it does.
Overpowering emotions streamed between us, and I swear she cast a spell on me.
“I’m afraid of growing attached then having to navigate a world without knowing you.”
