Flawless (Chestnut Springs, #1)
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Read between July 30 - August 4, 2025
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We don’t look at each other as we walk, but he touches my shoulder gently and gestures me across his body. He moves me to the opposite side of him before taking up position by the road.
Laya
WE LOVE A MAN WHO KNOWS THE SIDEWALK RUUUUUULE
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This time, I stand straight up, catching sight of Summer as she pulls Emmett’s cowboy hat off and plunks it on her head as they head over to the bar across the room. And that’s it. I’m striding across the bar, getting to her as fast as I can. It feels like it takes forever, but it has to have been under eight seconds. Summer is tucking a shot into her cleavage when I get to her and knock that fucking hat right off her head. “What the—” She stops talking when she catches sight of me. “What’s wrong?” She looks genuinely confused. Like she truly has no goddamn idea how crazy she drives me. How ...more
Laya
Swooooooon
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“Now, tell me honestly, Summer. If this were your last moment on earth, what would you want me to do?” I don’t even need to think about it. I know what I want from him. “Ruin me.” “Good. I’m about fucking done being a gentleman with you. And the only thing I’m ruining you for is anyone else.” He swipes his key card and shoves us through the door.
Laya
Holy shit?????
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“When you have a kid, everyone warns you about the sleepless nights. The explosive diaper changes. How they grow so fast that you hemorrhage money on clothing them. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll never spend another day of your life without worrying about another person. You’ll never completely relax again because that person you created will always, always be on your mind. You’ll wonder where they are, what they’re doing, and if they’re okay.”
Laya
My heart
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My jaw clamps down and something snaps inside me. That fear hits me like a tidal wave, and I yank my hand out, reaching for the fencing to pull myself up. The fame. The buckle. None of it matters. Not one bit. All I want is to hear those words from her lips.
Laya
AHHHHH