Trent’s chest rises with a quick inhale as his hands lift to grab mine and pull them out, placing them with a pat on the outside of his shirt. “Okay, you win. But don’t do that while I’m driving or we’ll end up in a ditch.” He looks over his shoulder again, adding in a soft, solemn tone, “I’m serious, Kacey. I can’t handle it.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés funny k-a-tucker kacey-cleary ten-tiny-breaths trent-emerson kacey-trent

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What the hell do I have to do to get your attention? Do I need to get up there?” I throw an arm toward the stage. His eyes swell for just a second, in shock. He reaches forward to hold my hands, but he catches himself in time and instead folds them across his chest. “Believe me, you have my full attention.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés love sweet attention k-a-tucker kacey-cleary ten-tiny-breaths trent-emerson kacey-trent

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What’s wrong is that every morning and every night, I lie in bed wondering why you’re not beside me.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés love sweet k-a-tucker kacey-cleary ten-tiny-breaths trent-emerson kacey-trent

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Forever’s a long time.” Trent’s arms squeeze around me. “Forever’s not long enough when it’s with you.

K.A. Tucker

Mots clés kacey-trent

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