Play With Me (Playing for Keeps, #2)

by Becka Mack

One of my character flaws is agreeing to plans in advance. By the time they come, I’d much rather take my bra off and not have to put it back on.

Dear Lord if this isn’t me 😩

That’s what a soul mate is. Someone with smooth edges to soften our sharp ones. Someone who fits us so perfectly, vibrates on the same frequency, makes all our best parts shine. And together? Together, everything is exactly the way it’s meant to be.”

I asked—respectfully—to wreck your body in a way that both of us enjoy immensely, based on the way I can’t keep my tongue out of there and you keep trying to detach my hair from my scalp.

Bruises you can’t see can hurt just as much as the ones you can.”

You scream when you’re angry and cry when you’re sad. But you also cry when you’re angry and scream when you’re sad. You’re embarrassed when you cry because you think it makes you weak, but I think showing your soft side is strong and brave, and I wish more people did it, me included. You’re quiet when you’re overwhelmed,