Allison Ashley

Claire regarded him like she was inspecting a melon at the farmers market. 'You’re hot and all, but… I don’t know. I just always hoped for someone more romantic. I want a man who looks at me the way Mia looks at chicken wings.'
Noah wanted Mia to look at him the way Mia looked at chicken wings.

'[…] Never in a million years would I have thought they’d pick me.' She tucked a long strand of silky black hair behind her ear. 'No one ever picks me.'
I’d pick you.

'Stop thinking so hard and just marry me already.'