Accidentally Amy

by Lynn Painter

I JUST left the building and you’re already texting. Obsessed much, Joe Goldberg?

“That’s twice,” she said, quietly so no one else could hear, “That you’ve said my real name.” “Well, hop on and make me say it again when we win.”

Side note: Every time he called her “Iz,” a sex angel got its wings.

I’ll do it, but I’m very afraid of falling in love with your cats. It took a few minutes for Blake to respond, and his words did something to her already riotous belly. Blake: Don’t be scared, Iz. Just take a deep breath and let yourself fall.

Izzy: You're not the boss of me. Blake: I am quite literally the boss of you.

He looked down at her, grinning up at him with maximum nose crinkle, and he knew he loved her. It didn't make a damn bit of sense, but he loved her so fucking much that it terrified

She hadn’t known him long enough to know if he was worthy of sharing her favorite banana bread, much less her heart.

“You are so fucking pretty that I have a hard time not staring. Obsessively. Every second that I’m with you.”

You told me ‘bout your past, thinking your future was me.

only cure was going to be cold pizza. She climbed

“Isabella Clarence, I love you so much that I can barely breathe. Please never change, okay?”

“Honey, I was hooked the minute you felt me up in Starbucks, checking for a third nipple in those dirty-ass glasses.”