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September 5 - September 7, 2025
This book is a love letter to the hopeless romantics, never let them turn your heart cold
“You need to fill up your own cup, B. You can’t keep pouring when you have nothing to give.”
“I think it’s time to pull you back from the ledge you’ve been dancing on.”
I’m just hoping this period of my life doesn’t end with me in a straightjacket and criminal charges.
No one can put a time on grieving. I don’t even think the pain ends; you just get used to it.
What do you say to the most beautiful woman to ever exist?
can’t believe these words are coming out of my mouth, but um…” I clear my throat. “What exactly did we do last night? My memory is a bit hazy.”
“Grayson, I’m not a hookup or a date. I’m your goddamn assistant.” She huffs, muttering under her breath, “And now I’m starting to realize why the job pays so high.”
I try to clear my thoughts but all I can seem to focus on is the smattering of freckles along the bridge of her nose. I’ve counted seventeen so far.
Assistant. Not my future girlfriend.
“You’ll find out very quickly how much of a stubborn man I can be, Bella.”
I could pour maple syrup on him and have to dip my tongue deep into his abdominal ridges to reach it.
“What?” he asks, lifting his hands in mock surrender. “She’s scary! She can inflict physical harm!”
“Because you’re the only woman that I can be myself around and still manage to breathe.”
“Please come back,”
Perhaps she can fix my broken soul.
“No one pressure her,” I declare, a tinge of panic in my voice. “I don’t want to lose her.”
She has no idea what she’s doing to my heart.
How am I supposed to keep our working relationship intact when he licks his lips and it makes me want to hump him like a dog?
“Are you usually an affectionate person?” I ask coolly. “Tremendously.” Oh, sweet heavens.
“How long are we doing this for?” He frowns. “What do you mean?” “Well, we can’t pretend forever.”
“See something you like?” “Everything,”
I hope my truck smells like her for days.
How beautiful to have a mind that works in such a mysterious way.
“You want it?” “Want it? I need it. Look at how cute he is, Grayson! He’s eating a little jar of honey!”
“You may be tidy, but your laundry hamper knows your secrets.”
Bella won’t look at the images but I do. There’s four black-and-white photos in a row. In each photograph, I’m looking at Bella like she’s the sun, that I’m merely just existing, floating through time as I’m sucked into her orbit.
How long can I continue to choke before I pass out? Furthermore, is it wrong I want to pass out so she has to give me mouth-to-mouth?
“When you draw again, I’ll garden.”
“I want you to show me what you love most” is her soft answer. And for some reason, a small voice in the back of my head whispers that I’m staring at it right now.
“She’s mine!”
“Skate for me, Bella.”
“I’m not going to let you fall.”
Growling into her mouth, I slide my hands below her thighs and lift.
Bending, I seal my lips against hers, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing on this earth. Because, let’s face it…she is.
I want to count her freckles as I lie in bed with her.
Now I’m putting away fake glasses and cups because I can’t tell my best friend I’m falling for my assistant and fake girlfriend.
“Grayson, are those…” “Red and yellow gummy bears,” I finish for her. She doesn’t take her eyes off them as she whispers, “In a jar.” “Yes.” “For me?” “Yes.”
God help me, I’m about to break into my assistant’s house.
If I was a kidnapper, I would want to take her.
“Let me take care of you, Bella. You need someone to take care of you.”
am looking at you, and I am in awe of how resilient, beautiful, and kind you are.”
“What are you, Satan?” “I prefer archangel or fairy godmother, but if you want to call me your devil then I’m happy to oblige.”
clear my throat and turn to the first page, absolutely stunned to find a trigger warning list a mile long. “Uh, Trisha?” I say slowly. “Should we still—” “It’s fine, dear.”
Oh, we like Trisha.
“Should I be concerned? Is this a hereditary thing? Am I going to find Bella cackling over my bed in the middle of the night with a butcher’s knife?”
That woman makes me nervous like a criminal on the run.
Kieran clutches his chest as if wounded, his jaw open a little as he turns to us. “I’m going to marry that woman.”
“I don’t think so. You should see how that man stares at you,”
“I know, so tell me why he grosses me out but at the same time I want to lick his face?”
I need Layla and Kier’s book.
“Tell me to stop,”
Squealing.
