Donut Know Who

Mystery texter alert: smooth, filthy, and dangerously addictive. Small-town romance has never been this naughty or this much fun. A mysterious number slides into my DMs with lines smoother than glazed icing. Late night messages from a stranger are lighting my world on fire, each one sassier and sexier than the last. His words drip honey and heat, making me ache for the man behind the screen. Every teasing word pulls me deeper into a game I'm dying to lose. I'm playing detective in a small-t...