:🔥Gimme that hot, hot farmhand🔥A Staci Hart small town romcom? A lactose intolerant city girl inherits a dairy farm? I NEED THIS BOOK! Don't forget to preorder--the price will be $4.99 on release day!

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An unbidden laugh slipped out of me, and she softened at the sound. Her eyes traced the lines of my face with an unfamiliar emotion behind them. It was a sort of fondness, an admiration. 

“I love it when you laugh. You never laugh. Or smile. Has anyone ever told you you have nice teeth?”

“Wouldn’t you know—that’s the first thing anyone says about me,” I teased. 

With a laugh of her own, she tried to bump me with her hip, but because she was drunk, she just sort of fell right into me. For the second time in ten minutes, Olivia’s body was flush against mine. 

But this time it wasn’t just the sweet scent of her that I noticed. It was the length of her dark lashes, the endless depth of her eyes. It was that smart little nose and the valley that connected it to her lips. Those lips were full and wide, with a bow so deep and sharp, it looked like it’d been carved there by a sculptor. I could have counted the smattering of freckles on her cheeks or the creases in those plump, rosy lips, which parted just a little. Just enough for me to capture one if I tried.