Wait With Me (Wait With Me, #1)

by Amy Daws

“I’m sorry, I get emotional when I’m hungry. You know how some people get hangry? Hungry and angry? I get emongry. Emotional and hungry. It’s a thing. I got them to enter it in Urban Dictionary.”

One time, I had to bite my fist to stop myself from laughing out loud when she dreamily closed her eyes, licked her lips seductively, and air-kissed the room. She totally writes dirty books.

But I can’t seem to take my eyes off her. Her hair is kind of like a sunset. She feels me watching. “You’re missing something really beautiful,” she sings teasingly. My voice is serious when I reply. “No, I’m not.”

Cheese alert!

hips. “So you like my dress?” I nod, my brows raised at the rosy hue creeping around her cheeks. “I’d like it better on the floor.”

Smooth

I’m playing games, and when you play games, someone always loses.

Play stupid games you win stupid prizes

I had to have her. There. In that truck. My gramps would have been fucking proud, too. He’d have patted me on the back and probably told me to put a ring on any girl’s finger who’d spread her legs in a vintage truck.

🙄 men.