She’s going to be coming through that door any minute, and here I am fucking panicking because I can’t handle that female being around me...

Dallas’ POV The Wild focuses on Rya like a house plant turning towards the sun in the window. No more fading embers of Maysa for him—he’s...

Dreams of holding hands leave mine empty in the morning. The lukewarm coffee sits undrinkable on the desk. What the fuck am I doing?

Valentine’s Day unraveled the minute my eyes open when I turn to the right. No one is there. Five letters stuck in my throat before it’s...

Dallas POV Rya looks up with her shoulders still curled over a ledger and a pen in hand. I look away as the heat creeps against the back...

Maysa’s in a soft cotton dress and holds flowers between her teeth as I take picture after picture. “Your turn,” she giggles with an extendi

Tragically in Rya’s world, there’s hardly any smiles. Her shoulders are curled over her food today, she eats quietly at the picnic table out

For a while, after we finish dinner, I’m not able to bring myself to talk. I shake my head, nod it at times, drink another beer but...

The card isn’t right. . . none of them are.

Dallas I want her to see what I want. Her. Touching her lips first, she seems delicate much too soft for what I want—no, what I want is...