“Eva, stop,' he moaned. 'A kiss from me could kill you...' 'Then it would be a good death,' I breathed, taking his face in my hands. And when our lips met, I knew that wherever this love took me, it… — Dee Shulman Copy Share Image
“Eva, stop,' he moaned. 'A kiss from me could kill you...' 'Then it would be a good death,' I breathed, taking his face in… — Dee Shulman Copy Share Image
