Why don’t you pack a bigger bag and come stay with me?”
My stomach flutters at the thought of going to sleep in Cash’s arms every night and waking up in them every morning. Of going to sleep with his taste on my tongue and waking up with his tongue in my mouth. That’s what it would be like. At least for a while. For a few days.
It sounds like heaven.

Autore: M. Leighton