“Okay, I'm sorry for not turning up yesterday." His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran to catch up with me. "Don't be mad. Even though you're sexy as hell when you are." He grabbed my arm, pulling me… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“You're not getting any younger or prettier standing there. And I'm cold.” — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Okay, I'm sorry for not turning up yesterday." His feet pounded against the pavement as he ran to catch up with me. "Don't be… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“We need to avoid the caretaker," I said. "Good thinking. Overalls and the smell of bleach don't really do it for me." "Remind me… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Hey," Marshall said, leaning beside me. "You okay? You look supremely pissed." I smiled. "I'm absolutely fine." "Is your boyfriend here on a date… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“There's nothing wrong with Sam," I said again. "He's...nice." Mercy groaned. "You mean he was too nice, don't you?" "I'm not used to people… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
“Who was that?" Sam asked as we walked out of the photo hut. "I work with him. It's cool," I said, rubbing my arm… — C. Gray Copy Share Image
