Christmas in Quincy (The Edens, #0.5)

by Devney Perry

“Have you been here all morning?” he asked. “Yes.” Baking. Hiding. Same thing.

If Cleo were mine, I’d buy her all the kitchen trinkets her drawers could hold. I’d get her tasteful gifts, ones that she’d appreciate,

OMGGGG 😭😭😭

“I’m sorry I kissed you.” He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, like he had last night. The zing of electricity stole the air in my lungs and I leaned into his touch. “I’m not,” I whispered.

😧😧😧 honest to god reaction.