“What’s wrong?” Before I could stop myself, I mumbled, “I’m used to resting my head on a warm tiger-fur pillow is what’s wrong.” He grunted, “Hmm, let me see what I can do.” Panicky, I squeaked out, “No, really. I’m… — Colleen Houck Copy Share Image
“I wish we could make out in your bed." Noah sighed. "As do I, but I'm afraid we have ritual burning to conduct." "It's always something." "Isn't it though?” — Michelle Hodkin Copy Share Image
