Super secret project (title and cover reveal to come soon once I can agree on a cover):
“You can’t carry me. I’m too heavy,” I moaned. Hudson had found my house keys in my purse, and he was unlocking the front door while he held me in his arms.
“You’re not too heavy. I’ve carried grown men. You’re not as heavy as a grown man.”
I choked up and started to cry. “That’s the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
