C. Hoover

“Mmm,” she moans again, her sleepy voice breathless. “Carter.”

Asa and Sloan, happily ever fucking after.

Fuck my father and his bullshit philosophies on love

He shakes his head. “Is there anything not funny about you getting married, Asa?”

I laugh. And then I fuck up the left side of his face.

Fucking excess.

I force the food down my throat. “I’d be honored.”

Motherfucker.

I need out of this house.

I walk to the back door and yell over my shoulder. “Your fucking spaghetti is ready, you goddamn asshole motherfuckers!”

“Do you get a promotion if you make it to third base with your subject’s fiancée?”

I fucking die.

She called me Luke.

Karma’s a bitch, Asa Jackson

“Yes I do!” she screams. “I love him, I hate you, I love him, I fucking hate you!”

Ryan’s story makes me smile for the first time in forever. “That’s the sexiest thing about him,” I whisper. “His compassion.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know...he’s got a great ass.”