canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ

❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]

The Bad Blind Date

"Kiss me." He choked on his drink, gawking over at you instantly, "HUH?!" "You know, mouth to mouth action, maybe a little tongue if you're lucky," you piped grinning smugly. He looked like he had just got hit so far up between his legs as his expression grew pained. "Please tell me you're joking," he said breathles...