“What are you doing here?” I asked incredulously as he crouched on the metal fifth floor fire escape outside my apartment window, like him being up here was the most normal thing in the world.
He shrugged. “I wanted to see you.”
“You scaled a fire escape in the middle of the night because you wanted to see me?”
“How very West Side Story of you.”
“Yeah, well, just don’t expect me to start singing.”
I knelt down on the floor and leaned against the old windowsill as I regarded him curiously. Cody Moran. Shaggy brown hair and fair skin and the brightest eyes I had ever seen. A scar marred the left side of his face, running from the corner of his mouth down along his chin.
It made him look a lot harsher than he ever had it in him to be.
He had the kind of smile that could knock the breath right out of you, the kind of smile that left you speechless, a weapon that could disarm even the strongest person once he unleashed it. It was a smile he rarely used, though, except for when he was alone with me.
Slightly crooked, one dimple deeper than the other, one corner of his mouth not wanting to cooperate, like it held secrets it wasn’t yet ready to spill. Some people might have called it a sinister smile, like he was somebody’s conniving villain, but it brought me to my knees whenever I saw it.
Reaching through the open window, Cody grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me toward him without another word, like he could read my mind and knew I was thinking about his mouth. I leaned forward, my eyes drifting closed when his lips met mine. His were chapped but somehow still soft, his kiss sweeter than he looked capable of being. A bitter hint of alcohol lingered on his tongue, mixing with the flavor of spearmint from his gum.
He took his time, never deepening the kiss, holding me there with his grip, before finally pulling back. He left a trail of pecks near the corner of my mouth before letting go, laughing under his breath. “So worth hauling my ass up here for.”
With that, he was gone.
Callaghan wanted nothing more than to escape the life they’d been born into,
but it’s the kind of life that doesn’t like to let go. A story of love and
heartache spanning the streets of Hell’s Kitchen to far, far away, where it
Not only will you hear the sound of Christmas bells during the holiday, but
maybe another type of bell followed by the pitter patter of little feet.
Mitchell clan for a very merry Christmas and a surprise wedding.
twin brother Trent are headed home for the holidays. This year Trent has
brought home his hockey teammate and friend Pratt Montgomery. Who if wasn’t for
Trent, would have spent them alone. London is convinced Pratt is just another
beer drinking jock, until she sees a completely different side of him when he
opens up to her.
by BJ Harvey – Stranded in Chicago just
two days before the holidays, Porter Daniels and Harlow Wilson have to clear
the air. Can they finally stop circling each other and get what they really
want for Christmas?
are trimmed and the bells are ringing. For one lucky couple in Beaumont,
Christmas has a whole new meaning.
Lost in Translation?
want to help her family catch, but he soon becomes the one she can’t let go.