Topsy Turvy Kinda Love by J. Marie

BROOKS:
I ran under the cover of darkness with only a duffel bag to my name.
Once you leave the compound, you’re spiritually dead, outlawed, excluded.
I wanted more to life outside of everything I’d ever known.
What I found was Mia.
I can see my ring on her finger.
Her heart in my palm.
Her name on my lips.
My child in her belly.
And I’ll do just about anything to get it, even sex lessons if that’s all she’ll give me.

MIA:
I’m your average bartender with a bad little habit.
I won’t deny it, I like a little weed while I paint.
Creative juices and all.
My life is just fine until I meet him.
He says he only wants sex lessons, but I know that’s a lie.
He wants me,
To wear his ring.
A white picket fence and two point five kids.
But I’m not sure how to love and I’m not sure I want to try.
We’ll see if Brooks is up to the challenge of calming this cotton-candy haired badass.