“He props his elbow on the table, absently scratches his temple with his index finger, and I remember exactly what that index finger did to me earlier. How he circled my nipples with that finger, how he slipped it between… — Monica Murphy Copy Share Image
“—No hay vuelta atrás- susurra... —Una vez esté dentro de ti, serás mía. ... —Quiero ser tuya- respondo en un susurro entrecortado—. Quiero pertenecer a ti, Drew. Sólo a ti.” — Monica Murphy Copy Share Image
