Erin Wright

This. This was what he lived for.

He was never going to be anything more than eye-candy for her anyway; although she had to admit, if only to herself, that he was damn fine eye-candy

slobber flying everywhere. Finally, Dawson smacked Ivy on the nose, startling her into letting go. He looked down at his shirt, a mangled mess, and grimaced. He’d definitely have to stop by the Drop-Inn Motel