“You're wearing the fuck-me look," he drawled. "And that would be because you're so extremely fuckable," I shot back. "Waking up to you is like...presents on Christmas morning." His mouth curved. "For your convenience, I'm already unwrapped. Batteries not required.” — Sylvia Day Crossfire Trilogy Copy Share Image
“Well,” she said, “I’m no weatherman, but I predict you’ll be getting several inches tonight.” — Sylvia Day Crossfire Trilogy Copy Share Image
“You're wearing the fuck-me look," he drawled. "And that would be because you're so extremely fuckable," I shot back. "Waking up to you is… — Sylvia Day Crossfire Trilogy Copy Share Image
