small-town-romance

I'm scared as hell to fall for you." He loosened his embrace, cupped her face in his hands, and kissed her tenderly. "But I'm more terrified to let you go.

I've got a hot shower and an even hotter bed only ten minutes from here." "Hotter bed?" "It's got a heater in it." She narrowed her eyes. "It does not." "Hand to heaven," he said. She narrowed her eyes. "Does this 'heater' run on electricity?" "Nope.

She stared at him and nodded. "Yes, you're right." He cocked his head as if he couldn't hear her. "What was that?" "You're right." She gave him a little push and he had to laugh. "I heard you the first time," he admitted. "I just like the way that sentence sounds on your tongue.

I'd rather have sex than dessert.

Teeth clenched, she swiped the light switch next to the door, but all she got was a 'click.' 'Click, click.' "Ugh," Lindsey moaned. She'd need to flip a breaker, and for that she'd need a flashlight. But that would only fix things if the power was actually on. "I'm working on that." The deep voice with a drawl came from the dark hallway, and the man that matched it stepped out of the shadows.

We've been given a second chance. How many people can say that?

I prefer doing over watching.

He cleared his throat. "I did get carried away with you. Couldn't help myself. And when I said it wouldn't happen again..." He risked skimming his fingers up her smooth shin. "I hope I lied.

It's nice to see you. Aimee calls you Bigfoot, by the way." "Bigfoot?" "Yeah, you know, like a mythical creature that people say they've seen in the wild but no one knows for sure if it's real. That's you...

Let's start with ice cream and go from there." "You're gonna love it." Holly nodded. "All their ingredients are fresh, and they make the most delicious, wackiest flavors you've ever heard of." Clearly she'd forgotten that Lindsey had come from D.C. "Like what?" "Honey lavender. Sweet corn raspberry. Toasted coconut fudge. Lemon fig....blueberry pie... marshmallow peach... salted caramel chocolate chunk...

There was no substitute for a post-coital cuddle.

I guess you can't estimate the speed of a teenage boy when he thinks he has a shot at sex. He never had a shot. But if he was that fast removing his pants, can you imagine how quick the sex would have been?

He opted for a flaky, apricot-filled croissant and Columbian coffee. Dani chided him for being unimaginative, then proceeded to eat most of his, while ignoring her own. "I'd be glad to buy you one." Dani gave him a wide-eyed, innocent stare, then popped the last bit of his breakfast into her mouth. "I couldn't eat another bite.

Two old women described as "Charmed meets The Golden Girls with a little Bewitched thrown in for fun" were bound to have something curious to contribute.

Why is the TV on, and why aren't you on the way to naked?"... "My head and the rest of me" - he drew her attention to his erection - "heard sex. No putting that genie back in the lamp...

Twining his fingers through her ponytail, he cradled the back of her head, seducing her nearly senseless with a single kiss - on a mountainside covered in wildflowers, under the summer sun and an endless sky.

All he wanted was a long, hot shower and a long, deep sleep. Meaning that whoever this pissed-off brunette was, whatever deal she'd arranged with his flaky mother, they could talk about it after he'd scrubbed the jungle from his skin and rinsed the shampoo from his hair. "What do you mean it belongs to you? It can't belong to you. I just rented it," said the girl aiming that pink blow-dryer right at his heart. If he wasn't so damn exhausted, he might find that funny. She was holding the thing as if it would protect her. It was a blow-dryer! He nodded at it. "What do you plan to do with that thing, honey? Style me to death?

I came all prepared for a lapis show-and-tell, but you know more about it than I do."... Lindsey gave him a pleading look and brushed her fingertips over the back of his hand, sending tingles up his arm. "Show me."... "When it's cut and polished like this, it practically glows. Golden specks of pyrite dance across the blue, like stars in a denim sky.