“I glanced down at her—she was watching my face. My eyes rolled to the back of my head. I bit my lip as I felt her hand wrap around me. The throbbing got worse. Then her other hand reached in… — Jay McLean Copy Share Image
“That’s what I get for playing with fire,” he grumbles, rubbing his head. It can’t hurt too badly – his head is far too hard. “And here I always thought I was the one playing with fire. You being the… — Eliza Crewe Copy Share Image
