“When I saw you on the stairs before, I’d forgotten how beautiful you are,’ he whispered against her skin. ‘Spotty, not beautiful,’ she corrected gently, running her finger along his crooked nose. ‘Now you, you’re beautiful.’ ‘I even missed your… — Sarra Manning Copy Share Image
“Uncertain of what he wanted, I turned to meet his eyes. Pupils dilating. Breathing hitched. He looked rough. Intense. Wild. But then he smiled. And something shifted.” — Kristi Hayes Copy Share Image
