“Rough fingers palmed his throat. "Can you forget that, amante?" Soft kisses brushed his forehead, nose and eyes. "I can't. I dare you to try." Pagan moved away, taking his heat with him.” — Avril Ashton Copy Share Image
“You and me,” he echoed, tilting my face up to his. I stared back into his eyes. They were clear of sleep and nightmares now. “Always.” I told him, my lips curving into a smile. That had been his line… — Melanie Cusick-Jones Copy Share Image
