I'm spending my night cuddled up with a blanket, spending some quality time with me, myself and I. — Anonymous Copy Share Image
“A tremor ran through her. Night after night, they cuddled close, but it never grew old. “Cold?” he asked. Too shy to speak the truth, she shook her head. “No.” Her cloak provided sufficient warmth and his body heat added… — Vivienne Savage Copy Share Image
