“What are you talking about? You don’t know anything about me.” Her back came up against the door. Bracing his hands above her head, he leaned down and spoke harshly against her ear. “Don’t I, gorgeous? I know you like… — Tessa Bailey Copy Share Image
“You rise from your bed every day on two strong legs and can think only to complain that someone once spoke harshly to you.” — Deanna Raybourn Copy Share Image
