“Of course, anything for my favorite niece.” The dark brunette pretended as if she was going to pinch the girls cheeks like an old woman. Sadie may be her favorite, but she was still gonna pick on her.

Sharing is caring, dear.

What drinks is she making?

Her girl is absolutely 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. God really is a woman.

Yep, her cheeks are heating up. How’d she get a girl so fine?

It’s gotta be. She wasn’t deserving of someone so amazing.

“In this essay, I will explain how Dianna Pearson is the epitome of perfection. . . “

Oh, it’s pretty darn close.

Nope, Em is. She gets to come home from her team’s cases and curl up in bed with her girlfriend. What more could a gal ask for?

|• BET.

|• Me too. I didn’t realize it until now. Em would be a wrECK.

Brows are raising in curiosity. Is that just a promise or a slight proposal?

She’ll hold her to it.

She bit her tongue to stop herself from reminding the elder Hotchner sibling that she was, in fact, her only niece. “It’s the price of being Aunt Emily’s favorite. Sorry,” she shrugged innocently.

“I’m in the FBI, I do whatever I want.”

“Excuse me? I’ve never hit a child, but that doesn’t mean I won’t.”

“You’re annoying,” she scoffed, elbow nudging the teen.

|• I need to come back to this verse.