Changing Lanes (Creekwood, #2)

by A. Marie

I’m a cave dweller possessed by the ghosts of my family’s present, not past.

“Tell me what you were thinking about as you fucked yourself and I’ll tell you what I pictured when I nutted outside your door.”

“It was you, on your back, tits in the air, begging for me to taste their rosy tips.”

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just, I don’t want you to leave yet. Every time you walk away it feels like you won’t come back. I, um, I hate that feeling.”

“I want to try. I’ve never done this before but I’ll stay in here ‘til I get it right, damn it. Now turn around.”

Aweee🥺🥺🥺

What started out as a physical craving is now a soul deep fucking ache.

I told her she was my dream catcher, which she is, but she’s more than that. She keeps the nightmares away while bringing my best dreams to life.

“Of course I love you. You’re the shining nightlight that brought me out of an abyss of darkness. You’re everything I didn’t know to look for.”

Four seconds, one kiss, and you should fucking know.