“Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing with the devil. If anyone ever hurts you like that again, there’s nothing I won’t do… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“You’re gorgeous. You’re sexy. You’re … asking me to cut that dress off you? I’m praying for strength.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“high-pitched squeaks could only mean one thing: her brother Roman and his best friend Cash had arrived.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“And now I can’t breathe for wanting you. I woke up, and your eyes were on fire. You haven’t looked at me like that… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Baby, you want to talk about what happened, go for it. I’m listening. But you know, I’m no angel, and I’m not finished dancing… — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Oh for Christ sakes. Ay carrumba, chimichanga. I have no idea what you’re saying, but shut your pretty pie hole.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Eyes locked, they stared. She felt bleeding pain down to her soul.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
“Yeah, thanks, man. That’ll be like catching Niagara fucking Falls with a fly net.” — Cristin Harber Copy Share Image
