“You can’t keep me here.” He huffed out a low chuckle, weariness tightening his face. “You have no idea what I can… — Rebecca Zanetti Copy Share Image
“His low chuckle puffed warm air across her dampened skin, but he gave no answer. Instead,” — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
“Are ye always standing like a stallion?" His low chuckle brought another wave of gooseflesh across her skin. "Only when Ye're near.” — Amy Jarecki Copy Share Image
