Baggage Claim (Aspen Peaks #1)

by Juliana Smith

In fact, all I wanted was to snuggle up on my couch in a sea of giant, fuzzy blankets, binge true crime documentaries, and devour an entire Costco rotisserie chicken by myself, sides and all.

I wouldn’t mind seeing what’s under all those layers, peeling her back like an onion. No, not like an onion—that’s not sexy. Like a present. She was like a present with a bow on top. That was it.

She shook against me as she let out her tears onto my T-shirt. She painted me with mascara and lipstick, and I couldn’t care less; I would gladly be a canvas for her.