“i hate de fact dat i luv u bt i luv de fact dat i wake up every mornin 2 see u smile..” — Rebecca York Copy Share Image
“Shane felt a jolt of heat, a desire that threatened to overwhelm rational thought. And perhaps for the moment that was all right.” — Rebecca York Copy Share Image
“How am I making you feel?” She considered the answer. “Like all my nerve endings are on fire. Like I want more, but I… — Rebecca York Copy Share Image
