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Cole is finally here!

on October 7, 2014October 7, 2014 By Samantha Young

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There are lots of books and series that I admire and love, but only a few that are my absolute will-read-again-every-year favourites. You all know Fever Series by Karen Marie Moning is my ultimate. But the ACOTAR series is definitely a forever favourite too, and my current read. What book or series can you read over and over again? 😉TEASER TUESDAY😉 ------------‐------------------------------------------------- Neither of us moved to fix our clothes. “You’re going to say that didn’t mean anything,” he said, his voice thick with unnamed emotion. I shook my head, unbearably sad, guilty, and confused. “It will always mean something with you.” “Then don’t push me away.” That ugly knot I felt whenever I gave into the idea of Michael and me returned. That ugliness would always be there, stopping me. And hurting him. “You shouldn’t have come here, Michael.” Indignation flared in his eyes, and I watched helplessly as he put himself to rights. Even in his frustration, he didn’t walk out. No, he found my underwear, and despite my protests, he insisted on putting them back on for me. Then he buttoned my dress. His fingers lingered on the last button, and he looked from it to me. “What aren’t you telling me, Dahlia?” Scared that he might see the abhorrent truth inside me, I shook my head and tried to push him away, to slip off the bench. But he held me there with the solid strength of his body. “There’s something else here. Something I don’t get. I’m not that stupid kid, afraid of rejection anymore. I can see past my own bullshit now. And I see you.” He tapped a finger against my chest. “You’re hiding something. Luckily for me,” he leaned down to whisper across my lips, “I dig out people’s secrets for a living.” He kissed me. It was hard, irate … until it wasn’t. Until it was sweet, tender, and searching. Like he couldn’t make himself stay irritated with me. —THINGS WE NEVER SAID #tbt to my first visit to Boston back in 2014. If I could afford to I'd have a second home there, which is probably obvious by the way it always sneaks its way into my book setting 😆 Seeing the Red Sox play with the bestie was a bucketlist moment indeed 🥰 #throwbackthursday

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