The smooth skin of the back of his hand softly brushed against her exposed collar bone, his gentle touch sending chills up her spine. "There isn't an 'us', asshole." She tells him, hitting his hand away. "Of course, there is." He says as his eyes flicker to her lips before going back to her eyes. "We're 'dating', reme...
It's about twelve years into the future and things couldn't be anymore happier. Angie's fourteen. Aiden's twelve and their mom's in her early thirties. They all live with their friends up in New York City and their lives are happy. But there's something very important missing from Angie and Aiden's life: a father. We...
