“She stopped and looked at him when she heard a low growl. "You've kissed someone?" Sally tried to hold back the snort of laughter that bubble out. "Of course. I'm eighteen, Costin. Only having kissed one guy by eighteen is… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Jen felt a hand rest at the nape of her neck as a voice spoke softly next to her ear, "If you need a… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Sally laughed. "When you first told me you were interested in Decebel, I honestly thought that there was no way you two would ever… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“He told me to not let my friends throw my clothes out of the window," she paused and looked pointedly at Sally, who had the good sense to look sheepish, "because he had to get my clothes back – which he called souvenirs – from the wolves who apparently found them." She chuckled to herself, knowing she was once again… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Sally did the mature thing and stuck her tongue out at her best friend.” — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Decebel looked over at Fane. "A face tu fiecare a lua ce ei say?(Do you ever get what they say?)" Fane smiled at his Beta. "Nu mai incerce sa, (No longer try)." "Good call." Decebel nodded. Jen looked over at Decebel, her eyes narrowing. "No talking in foreign tongue when around the Americans." Decebel leaned towards her, the gleam in… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share
“Jen, get a clue and read Wadim's shirt." Jacque told her dryly. Jen looked over at Wadim who, oh so helpfully, pulled his shirt… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Um, what's cooking in that sadistic brain of yours?" Jen asked nervously. Sally's eyes snapped open. "I was just thinking that maybe if you… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Ugh, I swear I'd rather stab myself in the eye with a spoon repeatedly than be nice to some idiot, which means pretty much… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“Why are we sitting way back here?" "This way we can see the whole room and do some recon." "Great, here we go with… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
“You're so hypno-something, could you be the devil, could you be an angel, your touch is something good, feels like going floating, leave my… — Quinn Loftis Copy Share Image
