Category: Amelia Hutchins

You should have been born a poet,” she whispered as she pulled away.“Screw that,” he laughed as he placed a gentle kiss to her forehead. “I’d rather be a porn star,” he said

I should spank you; I didn’t enjoy you impulsively ditching me, but I did enjoy your driving.”“Wait, back up. You…” She paused as she replayed what he’d said earlier. “I was watching for you; how the hell?”“I think somewhere between screaming freedom, and crying your pretty little eyes out, you missed me sifting in and I was at a loss for the weirdness of the situation. I was also pretty sure you wanted some alone time