Betting on You

It took losing her for me to realize that loving her wasn’t even a risk

I fucking loved her mind.

“And I thought you were just using me for kissing practice,” I teased, melting against him.
“So did I,” Charlie admitted, lowering his head until his lips hovered just above mine. “Until your Moldova special made me never want to kiss anyone else ever again.”

Somewhere between Omaha and Colorado I’d fallen truly, madly, fucking ridiculously hard for Bailey Mitchell.

“Honey,” he said, and it made me blink back tears in the dark.

“You are fucking gorgeous when you’re kiss drunk, Mitchell, did you know that?”

Getting under her skin was my new favorite hobby.

I love you, Glasses,” he said, his voice rich with feeling as his dark eyes locked on mine.

“I love you, too, Mr. Nothing.”

And then I fantasized about kissing

God, I love the Moldova.”